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Taxer
- Label me bitter if that help with your conscience
- And I’ma give it to you dead honest
- That’s when I got something to press on
- It’s when the bread’s the reason they forgot the art form
- But the grind ain’t the problem
- I ain’t hating on folks tryin’ to bag a clean check
- Dropping nonsense like morals don’t hold no weight
- This for you culture fakes
- They split up, then link with the lames on 'em
- Got me heated, I could wild on em
- Far as I’m concerned, they moving all wrong
- Watching lyricists morph into clones
- And viral clicks, that’s when it gets sick
- Streams got em hooked on loot that’s dissolvin’
- It lowkey shook me
- You either squeaky or crooked
- 90% still front ignorant
- How many heads you met spit the raw legit line on line militant
- And every plaque ain’t classic, and that's on earth
- Everything that sparkles ain’t worth
- They never play that real word
- Every spin on the airwave, it’s absurd
- Stand and step into the light
- Revelations, as we wake what once died
- And in that live instant we strive
- Like grains in the timerglass so go the phases we ride
- Faking on the mic to my brothers and sisters, it’s facts
- I’m on the now, too many fools with the cap
- And I ain’t touching on no throwback rap
- Yeah, today’s theme is self collapse
- Or you headed for that last collapse
- You should dead that act
- Would you still blast?
- If you ain't with your squad and off shots from the flask
- What you speaking is trash
- Now you on the mic like money don’t bump
- Low funds, now you finally made a lil lump
- What make you think you solid cause you came up rough?
- Verse after verse, it’s the same stuff
- Fam, you just like that other dude who sat up
- You ain't next up
- You talking fearless, but won't stroll without a bunch too
- If you vexed, then I guess I struck you
- But and half you so called hitters ain't bold neither
- I’m rugged, got that chrome heater
- The wise still breathe, but the fakes are infinite
- What lane you think they on? A fool tweak every tick
- They clone what they peep on the Gram or recall from a song
- Just clueless youth who ain’t checked right from wrong
- No humble hearts or prayers involved
- This planet full of madness now, no peace or moral walls
- That y’all a product of setting? Pure chance involved
- Should I blend with the frauds? That’s a lost cause
- Saying what I live, do only what’s for certain
- Planted on my own feet, just tryna stay certain
- I'm just a soul with no curtains
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