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letra de writer's block - caged between hostility

[intro: eminem]
yeah, i don’t know what else to say
i can’t, i can’t think of nothing, i’m stumped
here we go! on your feet, stand up, everybody hands up
uh, man, i don’t know man, every time i go to think of something played out to say, you already said it

[verse 1: ruthless]
why you succeed to fame when all of y’all speak the same
hip-hop’s reached it’s downfall and your the ones to blame
drake, all these rappers, and wayne, once i spit ya careers in flames
cause they know their hands tied, feet ball and chained up
people be quick to tell me my sh-t was awful it used to make startled
that i couldn’t make it in the industry, but here’s the brain f-ck
we the same cause, y’all started with a pen, a pad, and a dream
while i attempt to f-ck the f-ckin’ game up
b-tch, splat! only thing i hear in here is chit-chat
i’ll be spittin’ bars, split you in two like a kit-kat
you wanna step up, try me, and prove you can rap
i’ll reply with dynamite, that’ll turn you dogs into p-ssy cats
my sh-t is real, literally ill
trust me b-tch, i’m much harder to k!ll; the thing is, the bigger i get the more dysfunctional and twisted it gets
y’all expected me to flop, it doesn’t matter if i get to the top
y’all bout the bottles, the riches, and the weed from ja-mai-ca
we heard that story to many times, please stop
you have put rap into a f-ckin’ slipknot
i have the license to k!ll anyone lyrically with the ink of my pen
hip-hop’s a compet-tion, ain’t no room for friends
this is my chance to watch all y’all careers end
take these words and rhyme em so the words will bend
dirty sprite’s a b-tch player, k!ll ya self with blades that shred
the only thing i was told by my teacher, don’t succeed till ya dream ends, cause

[hook: royce da 5’9″]
i’ve got guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck
diamonds on my wrist, b-tches on my d-ck, but y’all already said that
choppers in the trunk, models in the front
bottles in the club, but i don’t give a f-ck, but y’all already said that

[bridge: eminem]
cause sometimes i feel like it’s so hard for me
to come up with sh-t to say, ay
i’m at a loss for words, cause y’all already said it all
i think i’m running outta clichés – i’m getting writers block, psyche!

[verse 2: ruthless]
when i spit in the booth, no one notices
sittin’ on the same road pac & b.i.g. built
rappin’ on the same beat bad & evil spit
walkin’ all over the beat, spittin’ on ya tombstone, overk!ll
why is my music so loud? i’ll never be quiet
till the audience is silent, curtain closes and my career is dyin’
everything i worked for has been annihilated
i’ma lyricist that’s homicidal, writer’s block turned me borderline suicidal
murdered the beat and didn’t live long enough to go to it’s trial
like nicole when she spilled apple on o.j.’s arrival
hip-hop has became my rival, my life’s exclusive like the dumb motherf-ckers that put their music on tidal
their music’s a joke, all of y’all are fake and chomp on the d-ck’s that you love to choke
i’ma about to lose it at any minute, at given time of day
what the f-ck you take this game for, y’all should just press start, restart, and watch ya career decay
i don’t give a f-ck about any feelings i hurt, or some of the f-cked up sh-t i say
hi my name is ruthless, do you wanna come outside and play
i’ma k!ll all you motherf-ckers that make up the life you say you live
your all f-ckin’ liars, screechin’ like burnin’ car tires
it’s all hands on deck, which career will i f-ck up next
i’m in my zone, if you don’t like it, get the f-ck out and leave me alone
take ya best shot cause i ain’t goin’ nowhere
i’m losing my mind cause

[hook: royce da 5’9″]

[bridge: eminem]

- caged between hostility

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