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letra de shut up - effect

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(you can’t feel that way. how can you feel that way? do you still feel that way? do you always feel that way? is that how you feel?)

so you wanna see the message i had written? (yuh)
hold on a minute you didn’t get it. (huh?)
it’s only relevant when i’m in it. (the present)
authenticity’s always an independent. (go)
problem is often it isn’t finished. (so?)
so now it’s confusing and your offended. (hey)
apology automatic appendage? (look i just wanna say)
before you attack it let me defend it

i don’t write it for you; i write it for me
just saying the truth through the lens that i see so
ferme la bouche let me pen it in peace
it’s a sign of my mood not a penitent piece

picture this: “we are the champions” queen never had one bad day ever? (no)
picture this: whitney never moved on, loved him forever? (no)
picture this: mars “uptown funk” never feels down (no)
picture this: me on the ground bunk thinking things out. (oh)

oh, now you get it. what i’m feeling these days ain’t represented
by what i felt in those days when i had been in
a different frame of mind using phrases that depended on the
old news, the boo-boos, the boo-hoos, the whose fault, the gestalt, the level of salt, the level of thought and whether it cl!cks, and whether it’s nixed; i’m quick when i’m making these

whip it cryptic got to crack it when you’re raiding these
-n-lytic showing m-sses more than data reads
suicidal critic k!ll it with the me to mes
not a chicken going hamlet on soliloquies

note on my abilities: i’m holding back
practice for a day and then the moment is lost
i know just what you’ll say, you’ll be like “show me the max”
the goal is my emotion not to drop your jaws

“show me what you got”

you lost your giant head with that request just try to follow
lyrics make sense no sleepy or hollow
not a ground hog, cause i don’t stay on a worry
no ichabod crane not today bill murray

getting blurry jury heard me doing dirty
all b-tt hurty cause my flurry wasn’t flirty
too wordy, subjects too nerdy
you misheard me, or maybe your ears are unworthy

show you what i got set a stop clock on your wrist watch
hear the tick-tock till the jaw drops

what do you know? he can fliggity flow but it’s a mimicry show i wanna rumble when i’m doing this
only steps above a mumble and some toony hits
never get into the jungle of my gloomy wits
next i’m rapping ’bout the struggle add some booty tricks
now i’m like your lil’ pumps and pimps

i prefer more thoughts to hoe thots
but whole thoughts get less thoughts
don’t admire me?
i show you my reality and then you just get mad at me my songs are like my diary

there’s something i wanna mention
but you’ll miss it no doubt
it’s gonna come fast so pay attention
i’m gonna spell it out

show you how i really like to move heracl-tus
higher fire fueling what i do i’ll ignite it
understanding feeling in the groove, screw your remedies
toxic stasis know your place it’s dead like parmenides
underneath the song and rhyme and rhythm there’s a time
pardon me for having authenticity in lines
now review the last six of mine and tell me student
what did you find?

ooo, spelled shut up. walk around town nose down and your b-tt up
what’s up? buzz up out of my biz or let the past stay back where it is
stashed in the heart of the den
mashed on the start of a gem
cast on the furthest of when
slashed with the mark of a penn
but don’t teller lest they think it’s a trick

do you really think i like my diary nitpicked?
obviously if you meddle i’m a psycho sick
but psychosis settles on a psycho sis who dares to call to question what’s close to me chest
watch your back little kiddie. protect your neck
or i swear by this mouth from which i draw my breath
probably nothing is gonna happen because it’s not that big of a deal

- effect

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