letra de i'm upset freestyle - mr.john deway
intro
jhon deway is back!
on the track freestyle!
ayo man what that’s going on here!
you know what’s times is why! ahaa!
(first1)
mr. john de way, you a shadow in the dark
i light up the stage, every rhyme leaves a mark
you claim you the boss, but you fake with the crown
i flip the beat heavy, watch me tear this place down
your words fall flat, like a tire with no air
i’m the lion in the jungle, you a rabbit in the snare
try to step in my ring, you gon’ stumble and fall
cuz my bars hit harder than a wreckin’ back
second clash verses:
)hook) verses
yo, mr. john de way, bettеr move out the way
you talk a big game but you got nothin’ to say
i’m thе storm in the booth, you just a light breeze
tryna flex on me? man, get down on your knees
your flow’s outdated, like a broken cassette
i’m digital fire, you ain’t even a threat
every line i spit is a lyrical grenade
you just copy and paste, a weak masquerade
i’m the heavyweight champ, you a featherweight clown
i spit bars so hard, they could bury you down
so john de way, remember this name
i’m the king of the mic — you just playin’ the game
(thought)
verses:
don’t talk to me ’bout no promises, street life
up and down rich than broke, i had more runs than jackie robinson
what y’all know ’bout real? boy brick and the envoy had me doing squat lifts in the yard
they say i’m getting famous so i should use the platform
change things? i get that. but telling y’all what you want to hear? nah, i ain’t with that
a rapper posts a meme, y’all treat him like a hero;
his label pullin’ strings they only want him to stream
donating to the homeless, post it on a screen
while his own kin’s struggling and he don’t help ain’t right
i look like playin’ games, tricked. twenty percent? when that person already rich
the butcher’s comin’ put my stick on
i ain’t going back to the big house
frontin’ like you want it but y’all was just askin’ for discounts
three hundred in a day wait, miscounted: my lawyer say it’s half a million by his count
you know that’s real. i don’t gotta check my girl it’s t‑mob time
i tap my wrist like it’s dame time; in the pocket those spirals
you know this game: put out something hot, they won’t like you but get hurt you goin’ viral
push the cullinan to mulligan i put the game right with stash house and rubber bands
one hand washed, the other hand this year we gon’ settle it as veterans:
we know who came before presidents muscle don’t beat intelligence
to my beloved family,whose support has been my strength…,
mr. van percy bieto, mr. derra7, mr. parys jk k!ller
maître brille masaka, merveille nduishi
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