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letra de hearty meal (freestyle) - emzee

with my piano and my violin, who the f-ck could be so violent?
i don’t really give a f-ck, i’m always gonna try again
if i f-ckin’ stop, then of course i’m gonna die and then
nothing’s ever gonna be done, and of course
i’m the only one doing sh-t under the sun
but i rejoice ’cause i got a resort to other things in my sports ’cause i’d be goin’ in court
and i’m not goin’ anywhere, of course i’ve been there
when i try to go back n-gga, this is so clear
when i was lookin’ at the picture and i cut like a diamond
i’mma figure out of lucifer was all it is and
and i’m not tryina change how these f-cking good angles
and just who the f-ck could be changing the parts of pages
i’d been lookin’ at myself in the mirror
questioning who the f-ck i am, and i’m only gettin more fibrin
and i feel like i’ve been in the same market and
“since i was 22, back in it, i’d be hit, now i’m 25, three years have already gone by, what the f-ck is wrong with me, why can’t i just try?”
sh-t, always breaking my confidence, i feel like everyone was lost with it
feel like i’m gonna get off of this
but godd-mn it i feel like i was gettin’ lost promises
everyone around me was still f-cking obligate
go ahead, you’re not obligated
the only thing that’s around you that’s ever been
stayin the same as the fact that you constantly faded
you were changing the game
he was thinkin’ he was changing, but all he do is staying the same
ne-ever miss, lookin’ for something that i might be heavyset
but the everman
that means that everything-that everything that could ever be would ever meant
meaning that was the essence of what everything could be
and you’re still tryina figure out if i can figure out what the f-ck is there figured out with me
i’m lookin’ at the mirror lookin’ back at me
man sometimes you just gotta let low
sometimes you gotta let go
sometimes you gotta let roll
who the f-ck could ever been “o”?
when i was blowin’ and draw
i got arrested by the po-po for doin’ less than fault
but sh-t, i was parked, they had to get my sh-t in so
i had to get him back from the impend to the next moan
i ain’t wanted to say that i was already gone
but my girl and girl picked me up, that sister at home. sh-t!
and now i don’t even have the girl that was with way back then
and i ain’t even kept all of my same -ss friends
’cause i ain’t some punk -ss that change with a wind
my sh-t’s made of stone
i sit right here, sometimes it means to sit alone
if you really wanna battle me, than now you cannot go
go in here and throw it out, i wanna hear something slow!

- emzee

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