letra de the last sermon - concrete cee
[verse]
committed to these writtens, ain’t nothing about it casual
my bank statement never accounted for plat-tudes
most rappers are not judged by sk!ll but cashflow
let two gold plaques crash at light speed to make a black hole
one hit wonder rhymes, point singularity
quasi stellar radio rap runs the galaxy
i question rap in its expression and capacity
the absence of your left hemisphere creates a cavity
sadly though, your immaturity is neither charity
for hilarity nor is it as attractive as you think
potential energy that’s never made kinetic
resents my empathy, so i am not afraid to dead it
stoicism has its allures, yet the soul hungers
for much better weather than just ten degrees celsius
artists who failed to capture that truth worry ’bout selling
though darwin suggets adaption, go and tell it to the nautilus
most rhymers denominate themselves as poets, don’t
notice that their prose is as verbose as some allan poe sh-t
but without the insight and reflection, all it is
esoteric m-st-rbation mantras like the one i just sponsored
call it purple without purpose, explain your message to
a cl-ss of literary greats, and hear their laughter is mirthless
too content surfing the surface, spouting buzzwords
promoting imaginary revolutions for purchases
before the whirlwind envelops you, do you trust the calm?
are you drawn to escapism, gamepad in ya palms?
everything is in flux, regardless of that you give love
though honestly, most of these c-nts just to love to p-ss on your luck
cee won’t have to be reminded, he’ll exaggerate
the story for a greater effect, blowing kisses
in the wind, so you think, but when the razor made its way
through your aorta, maybe you’ll rethink the sentiment then
he can blend with the environment, soft sk!lls acquired
include, never telling the truth without lying
dressed plain, unkempt hair, won’t see him with a s-ssoon
face bearing a stubble that a box cutter groomed
humble in tune, in pitch like a double b-ssoon
unfazed hearing them alpha-females howl at the moon
the kid, who showed manners is a panther in the bedroom
after he flees the cage, you’ll dedicate him a sad tune
good luck decoding him, he’s like a ring
that withers your finger until you realize it holds a gem
when you want to keep it on, it’s gone – such is life
judge a book by its cover and the story rewrites itself
perception is shooting cr-ps with loaded dice
my objections never broke ice colder than polar nights
raised tension, emotional charge and great distance
make-shift relationships break from great friction
happy endings make for cheapskate fiction
to be deterred by blurbs, that’s a cautionary tale
about things we tell ourselves like what wasn’t
or isn’t meant to be to make sense of what, simply put, doesn’t
the last sermon, let us end this discussion
motherf-ckers love to judge but hate being judged, f-ck’em!
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