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letra de disguises - chronic c

[hook]:
man i hit em’ so hard cause my rhymes are incisive
i look down to all the haters cause i am the flyest
but they’re gonna be striving and possibly trying
to find a way to discriminate while they’re in disguises

man i hit em’ so hard cause my rhymes are incisive
i look down to all the haters cause i am the flyest

[verse 1]:
never ever auspicious when it came down to rapping
before i spit a couple rhymes people said i wasn’t matching
ex-cogitation, that’s where my sk!ll all established
when it came to disrespect people became all lavish
so much potential, but still they didn’t recognize
it wasn’t identified, they didn’t open up their eyes
i emphasized, that i should be the one sublimed
but they didn’t care and said i was a waste of time
i was only emphasizing cause i wanted to make a point
this is the part of the story where the two halves are joint
but i never let that got to my head, never to be a burden
this is like a sermon, but only a chronic c version
clear view of the future, no need for the curtains
cause i’m certain, the one who works the hardest is the better person
see i’m the type of person, with a winner’s vision
and i get writing rhymes really became an addiction
its like commitment, cause all my life i wanted to make it
but in the making, you’ll always get hate, and i had to face it
its like writing raps is drugs, and it got me overdosing
its been showing cause of all these raps that i have been composing
its like a disease that i’ve been diagnosed with

[hook]:

[verse 2]:
my rhymes are metaphysical, flow so hard cause its critical
even though it can’t be visible, my punchline hits are clinical
i always stay original, my moves never predictable
the few rhymes that i spit, baffled all these imbeciles
all these rappers you listen to, their only despicable
i spit real stuff, eat it up, its nutritional
what you heard it the minimal, of potential i have within
it all started when i stopped wishing about wanting to fit in
it makes no sense for you to study my tactics
cause at the end of the day you’ll lose and i’ll only feel ecstatic
and for the haters it’ll be tragic, they realized he got the talent
the thing you gave me the most that was only malice
and your the reason i got ambition to make it happen
all day, all night, all i would do is practice
and cause of all that practice, it became a habit
and cause of that habit it only made me got better
rhymes got clever, soon to be a future successor
but however, all of that comes with the pressure
but i kept myself together, cause at the end there’ll be the treasure
but you can’t have it all without putting any effort
the day i let haters get to me, that will be never
never changing for them, gonna stay like the weather
my life soon gone be better, ima soon make that cheddar
for these haters, it will really seem like an error
my ability can’t be measured, i am the possessor
call me your professor first rule is never say never
surreal can’t define me, impeccable barely touches
haters are pathetic, so i treat them like its nothing
you know that i’m stunting, in every situation
ima soon be welcomed by a standing ovation
cause, of my dedication, this song is an ill-stration
to people who wanna make it, this is your motivation

[hook]:

- chronic c

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