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letra de under oath ii - barry pablo

[intro: drunkoffsoda, barry pablo, sample]
if you want to feel the breeze then you know it’s me
if you want to vibe and ride then you know it’s me
if you want to puff relax then you know it’s me
1, 2, 3, 4
if you can’t bring down the charging bull, then don’t wave the red cape at it
you do when it’s this red cape. this red cape charges back

[verse 1: barry pablo]
you hear the bass from the truck when i’m on the block
i dream about stepping off docks onto yachts
wanna rock a fella like jay-z, oh 444
follow right paths but is it worth it?, i want more
i check the lore of hip hop, especially now
nice drugs, nice wh0res, but they still keep a smile
raps a little weighted down and they still make the pounds
and they ego’s on steroids but we still allow
i ain’t talking that “bring hip hop back” sh-t, you know
everything’s gotta grow, for better or worse
they could at least recognize me and my flow
hit em with the upper decker, elbow, and combo
i ain’t bout that joe, mumbling, just isn’t my show
but do what you do, spend mo and mo
but when i get my biggest payday, i’ma send it to my parents
send them anywhere they want to go on the f-cking planet
see my flow is recognized by these dudes in a car
bop they heads, vibe a little, and they catching the bars
i’m under pressure like logic but i’m rapping till the end
and i’m smoking on cosmic, dark sp-ce in my head
people want and need to see what’s next
it’s scary hours from now on, go back to bed
i wanna f-ck the rap game and they say safe s-x
cause they know i’ll son them and have no respect
hit em with the denzel, i’m equal
i’m same as you i’m in need of help
i hit the gym so these c-nts think twice
but i couldn’t hurt a godd-mn fly
i’m brittle, lonely, hold me closely
acquittal people who love me solely, uh
introverted and full of hurt
flirt with satan just to see if it works
[chorus: perseu]
what if i wasn’t a d-ck to my girl?
(i love you momma, i love you daddy)
what if i didn’t lose my happiness?
(i hope for a better life away from the sadness)
why does this world still twirl?
(i love you momma, i love you daddy)
i barely feel like a champion
(i hope to become a better man for my palace)

[verse 2: barry pablo]
look, i sit back with this pen in my hand thinking about the days when i was just a little man
running round, causing trouble, introverted in my bubble
hiding from everybody, my person was unruly
then out the blue like scully
high school scared me to death
then i had to get the ink
and write down what i think
my penship makes your hair stand up, it’s so static
trying to write so complicated like nas in illmatic
it’s undeniable, uh, i’m on my warm up
it’s without reasonable doubt, i’m writing till i’m out
out the bars like o.j. but i ain’t a quitter
so i’m here to watch the rap game like a babysitter
only regret the things you didn’t do, not the things you did
cause you regret the things you did, you’ll never make it big
cause you’ll be too scared to do the things you never did, ya dig
people trust in the christ when we should trust in each other
we ain’t the united states, we just the divided states
we just the make everything about race and money estates
everyone is put on trial and our flaws is what they scurry
you should look what’s inside, not outside like d-mn surgeries
when people ask about my past, i just say it’s h-lla blurry
but really i ain’t wanna tell ’em about my f-cking journey
i ain’t judge people cause i’m really judging myself
but i ain’t know if they the same, that’s why it’s so scary
[chorus: perseu]
what if i wasn’t a d-ck to my girl?
(i love you momma, i love you daddy)
what if i didn’t lose my happiness?
(i hope for a better life away from the sadness)
why does this world still twirl?
(i love you momma, i love you daddy)
i barely feel like a champion
(i hope to become a better man for my palace)

[verse 3: barry pablo]
man i’m leaving high school, what to do with myself
feeling lost but i know this rap sh-t will help
spent a year tryna to recover from the quarantine
put a teen in confinement and he stuck to a screen
split his spleen from sitting in his chair all day
looking at zoom, profile pics, or foreheads
tryna convey some emotions but there was no way
all teachers f-cking do is post more essays
i wanna leave school, uh, i only wanna rap
but it’s not feasible yet, now i have to get my cap
parents proud cause i got straight a’s
i may be smart, but i’m like you momma, i hate this sh-t from the start
i wish i could bring my friends wherever i go
but they is stuck, they don’t know what they want to do
now i ain’t got no support, unless we talking insta comments
yeah i love that sh-t but then i hate that sh-t
cause one thing we have in common is we have that sh-t
and it’s bringing our society down percents
kids watching p-rn, genders fighting more
grown adults doing sh-t that the kids will learn
i ain’t even know if i could fit in this generation
sh-t, or even this nation
i feel misplacement in my station
like i’m on the wrong track
i wanna lay a foundation
where i’ll die and get back
teach these kids who the one, who the real mack
the one who kept his true self, never turned to a hack
never cared about awards or plastic plaques
just making music, showing off, show i’m not wack
and when i built my legacy, is it really enough?
did i rock the world senseless, did i put in the work?
will these fans love me till i’m boutta see god?
will they pull up with they trucks, play my songs on the block?

- barry pablo

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