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letra de rudimentary rules of eradication - 4ria

[verse 1]

two a days
make a new tune in the mood that i’m based
nothing to do but to prove i’m great
people only start to believe in you
when your views inflate
skeptical and critical when you’re grinding
which proves they’re fake
skip the bullsh-t
don’t let their voices ever get in my way
integrate hours of writing
recite through the interface
and in the wake of fighting demons
heathens, seasons wipe away
pieces, precious bright as days on beaches
be sick, treat this like routine b-tch
don’t recycle greats
need this, i desire great allegiance
i have just been in a league of my own
so just leave me alone
thoughts that are leaking
do not ever grieve my dome
easy to be so deceiving and greedy hoe
egregious though as a secret
that seems composed of no reason
like people hold
a peak into minds of the weakest souls
i seem bestowed on the eve i boast
about dreams i coast
see the key or the code to upheaval
is evil, you’ll see though
once i just get the green as thick as cee-lo
i don’t mean green like mojito
more green like de niro
they stroking my ego
i’m stroking your b-tch’s cerebral
serene, but it’s lethal
[verse 2]

i like candy and candy flipping
like candy paint, get candid with ya
i’m a good candidate for these grand decisions
can’t you listen for one minute
come a long way
i cannot accommodate to anyone
let alone concentrate
some conversations conjure fakeness
to fade in, i’m fond of sp-ces
advocate privacy
id be too calm to break this
common denominator
bonds these solemn haters
f-ck a bottom feeder
problem breeder
in between these mocked demeanors
elevate levels
i’d rather live h-lla enveloped in spells
than angelic, i’m selfish as h-ll
psychedelics impel my cells stealth
i’m developed
i sell this propellant like relics
i tell it just like how it is and you felt it
i felt sick like celtic sea sick
i’m about to be lit
see i’m bound to be sh-t
sounds that we spit
may surround all these hits
i do not give a f-ck what you think
actually that is a lie
act like i cannot oblige
like mary j. blige
see, i am not gonna cry
pride is so picky, deprived
stop it, b-tch i’m divine
pot to p-ss in, til dry
try to listen to lines
life’s a figment of minds
i am, different this time
i am a victim of highs
giving me false sense of well being
sit here and spell feelings out on these pages
like heaven and h-ll sneaking
out of their cages
i’m out of my cranium
crowded by faces
like i’m in a stadium
feel the depths of their rage
but i’m not paying them
playing them, games
but you’re lame and dumb
same as some haters and hazy bums
[verse 3]

what’s on the prospect
once i could top this
with some new content to pop this
agenda, not gentle
i’m just a degenerate
better yet, ladies & gentlemen
and all the genders that’s separate
render my senses, incentives & sentiments
into a semblance of symbols & testaments
yet again, let em in
they left me stitches like letterman’s
with lead
i blend rhythms & visions for specimens
sensitive veterans test again
all on the daily, my regimen
rhetoric is f-cking reckless
check, check
never listen to rude abusers
change up the tunes, i’m intrusive
no truces
as futile as stupid ass school kids
on the stoop with a cool clique
not a clue that could glue wit
lit a fuse, with the new sh-t
i feel blue like a bruised fist
i refuse to assume this
is nothing but a pipe dream
i might seem
like a motherf-cking mic fiend
on the path to invite streams
like a river enticing
sometimes i feel like kanye
and zaks my mike dean
i might be
losing a screw or two
i’ve paid my dues
i’ll make the move
[outro]
(i might be!) losing a screw or two
i’ve paid my dues
i’ll make the move (x4)

i might be!
i might be!
i might be!

- 4ria

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