11 - Sociopath
| Title | 11 - Sociopath |
|---|---|
| Artist | Efficient |
| Album | The Devil’s Advocate |
| Release Date | 2017-07-07 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | Verse 1: Superficial superstitious stupidities My music's written in fluidity I lose my grip from your duplicity Cause no dude can spit with humility Im trying to be the best But I pay homage You claim you're the best But make dog shit Forgetting legends like G-Rap and Kane Masta Ace, KRS, and the Dre Doctor Fake posters why can't you Stay honest Faker than Drake Thinking he played Common Fake beef Drake thinks Like and 18 year old Females drinks Some hard lemonade And you suck so Ill Make my song generate A diss, but you can't diss Hip Hop renegades Im still in my Garage anyways You might also likeEven if you can't hear it Ill let my bombs detonate (Chorus) Im just tryna spit some real shit To see how many people feel this If not? Then you're what I have to deal with Cause this shit is what brings me feelings Im just tryna spit some real shit To see how many people feel this If not? Then you're what I have to deal with Cause this shit is what brings me feelings Verse 2: You think Kendrick's line Was outta control? Then you're a dumbfuck Surrounded by jokes Its a mediocre statement I see your mirror smoking gay shit Around all my foes Don't wanna perplex my Imperfect perfections Just need to protect my Protest of your reflections And I suggest that you Respect the legends Cause your breathe wouldn't Be said without their essence Wait slow it down In lamens terms Okay, Ill make your Face eat the curb Stomp it out if you Dare to call me out Im falling down like Iggy Azaleas turn I got jokes for days but Still the realest Learned form the best How kill the illest Im sick and I got the Will to build this up While you remain fulfilled With fill-ins (Chorus) Im just tryna spit some real shit To see how many people feel this If not? Then you're what I have to deal with Cause this shit is what brings me feelings Im just tryna spit some real shit To see how many people feel this If not? Then you're what I have to deal with Cause this shit is what brings me feelings Verse 3: Yo all I got is Passion bitch Ill click clack this tracks Hand claps and kicks When Im murdering You're all nervous when Im in third person like Chad can spit Now I'm grabbing the javelin Asking if My craftsmanship is ever Gon manifest Inside my skin Cause I can't spit Like lighting 5 finalized Hydrogen, BOMBS Yeah Im the shit And they just sign the print That binds and grips Their lives from them Like self righteousness They want you diving in Some nitrogen Like NBC did with O'Brien's shit Trying to burn that Motherfuckers Irish skin Now Im lost trying to Find some friends Cause y'all only love What buys ya gifts (Chorus) Im just tryna spit some real shit To see how many people feel this If not? Then you're what I have to deal with Cause this shit is what brings me feelings Im just tryna spit some real shit To see how many people feel this If not? Then you're what I have to deal with Cause this shit is what brings me feelings |