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letra de kogz - rappertag #14 | season 2 - kogz

[intro]
yo, yo, kogz one
rappertag number i don’t even f-ckin’ know
[?] tpw
f you all, forever underrated
shout outs to smak for the tag
you all been wonderin’ where i been
yeah, yeah

[verse]
yo, i been stressin’, i been gettin’ lost in my confessions
i got a lot of problems i should probably address
but i bottle and forget and start swallowin’ the next one
i’m pressin’ rotten pills and deal with pressure on my chest
i wanna put a bullet in my head and let it be done
sometimes i squeeze an empty mag for that adrenaline rush
the medicine’s just collectin’ dust, i never adjust
i feel better than that better is f-cked, it’s like it’s never enough
i’m just fed up, sick to want to get up
waitin’ for the day my anxiety finally let up
i ain’t better, i’m survivin’, i’m climbin’ a windin’ tether
my mind is a dyin’ friend that i’m tryin’ to tie together and hold
but i just let it unfold, ’cause when i’m takin’ meds
i feel like i been sellin’ my soul, it’s like i’ll never evolve
i stay repetitive and never hit goals
i go from bein’ everything to bein’ dead in a hole
i sit in silence, i like to think i live despite the sh-t inside
wishin’ i didn’t see through my twisted iris
descriptive writin’ from lifeless sinners and crim’s that like
my missile fire [?]
they sneaky mozzies, they claimin’ they work, but they sleep like cosby
they seem to watch me as sinners mine in the streets of ghazi
a peaceful cross street between beef and a heap of worry
i talk peace, but i’m no jesus, so please don’t cross me
[?] but a man they still judgin’
with the world on my shoulders, if i let him hold ’em it would crush him
i was sold a heap of nothin’, the dream crushers
i was told to keep trustin’, they keep f-ckin’ me deep
there’s still love for the streets and the people departed
yeah, f-ck all my circle, i hurt you, don’t get me started
drop yourself in the middle to put it simple, you a target
this marksman’s a dark artist, a master of bars, pardon
my arsonist past, part of my narcissism, it isn’t hard
when you hardly listen to b-tchin’ or think of hittin’ charts
i stick the path and picked apart every kid that started
i start to miss it, the victims heart that i’d twist in half and eat
see, ’cause i ain’t sittin’ with these music stars
half of them are junkies, i see them all as some shootin’ stars
shootin’ up glorified, losers pass the bazookas
i’m shootin’ through their personas, blowin’ o’s in their fuselage
every saint has a past, every sinner a future
every paint i outlast makes it harder to bruise, i
[?] copped a couple ls, h-ll, i been under the sewers
it only made me smarter in the way i start to manoeuvre
you woke a beast, you’re only hope is a priest or a phone in reach
opponents weak and hopeless, you show ponies can’t throw off me
i’ll walk a beat with broken feet in the open heat
i’m so focused, my flow cleaner than jane doe soaked in bleach
my mind’s f-cked, ’bout to bulletproof my hilux
my trust slippin’, i ain’t missin’ if you lined up
i’ve climbed up, city lookin’ pretty from this high up
a livin’ legend, be a bigger dead one when my time’s up
if you don’t show me love when i’m alive and i’m breathin’
don’t bother showin’ love when i’m in mud under tns
i’m seein’ fakes intervenin’, i’m seein’ snakes under feet
i don’t need ’em, see i’m [?], run and retreat
there’s blood on my sneaks, inkin’ my skin, drinkin’ again
haters thinkin’ i been slippin’ when i’m grippin’ the pen
god, i’m bent out of shape while i stay fit for the win
i sit in the gym with bars raised, drippin’ with sweat
you stick insects wanna sling threats, you couldn’t pose one
you thinner than a cigarette, i’m ’bout to smoke one
greeley said it best when he said forget ’em and grow up
shaker said respect ’em, eventually they will show love
but all i see is poppy trash, i’m ’bout to bodybag
a rapper [?] at these poxy acts
you prolly [?] on each others d-cks like you are proper f-ggots
you ain’t eminem, you’re pretendin’, you a wannabe rabbit
[?] see a man are with your manicures
now [?] stand, or try and land where you are
my style’s sick, that covid tip, but they don’t have a cure
i don’t care whose king or give a sh-t about your fashion nuance
nah, ’cause it’s us against the world
got my crew, got my son, got my love from my girl
got my music, my blood, got the ones i have helped
f-ck the world, i ain’t need nothin’ else, i don’t need nothin’ else
[outro]
na-da-da-la-da-da
rob shaker on the beat
uncool sam on the cams
indigomerkaba, you’re up next
get the c-nt
peace

- kogz

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