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letra de breakfast for thought / controlled chaos - nerfonator

[part i: breakfast for thought]

[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah
aight

[verse 1]
uh, it’s a new day
wake up and breathe it in, unclog your sinus
stop the rhyming, and take this moment to rebuild yourself
so caught up in everything, putting it all on the line
but does this life hold as much value as the job and the dimes?
but it’s about the music, they say time over money
but i be spending this time to obtain the money, ain’t it funny how that works?
flirting with the concept of proper values
addicted to spitting like popping valiums and coughing out the blues
and this ain’t just some food for thought
nah, this just breakfast
wakе up, don’t seek reflection
but with evеry second i’m blessed with turns to murky waters that i step in
trekking with zero destination, facing questions
placed in a grey aesthetic
and my complexion shows whiter, my eyes grow wider
pupils dilate with no fight or flight though
but, sh-t, i’m frozen stiff, open fists
and show what you’re holding in
cause i’m sick of posing as this kid with a rope ’round my ribs
[bridge]
take that leap
break that leash
yeah, you tell me to cleanse for my sins
but turn around and take that benz for a spin

[verse 2]
yeah, y’all telling me to walk on water when i can barely break the ice
shake the dice, meet your fate
what roles will you claim in this game of life?
but i might just break
i’ve reached my highest height and i’m drained
so i’m diving straight into the icy lake
it cracks and shatters, then the climate changes
and it’s a disturbing force of nature
watch the aura warm up when these verses distort the paper
i’m the norman bates of rap with a stormy vapor
fueled by a core of anger, moving with poor behavior
is this all i have to show for the game?
or can i drive this thing with no dirt on my name?
riding ’round with some gold on my chain
and a whole lot of a rage
so, throw on the tape, yeah

[interlude]
i’m so sick of this
i’m so sick of- look at this sh-t that you’re getting on
i’m so sick of them just rubbing money right in your face!
oh is it- it’s for- it’s for art? this is art?
money-money-money-money-money
garbage, garbage!
wake up!
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[part ii: controlled chaos]

[verse]
ok i’m back
i was off the rails but now i’m back up on the track
ready to attack, i don’t lack with the task
imma mac so you can’t pc me
cause i twist the culture so freely, uh
using rappers as my tp
lyrics as cold as the vvs
flowing like fiji
who knew this flow was so easy?
well, i’m just a product of studying rap
so my pockets are flooding with cash
every time i rock another rapper’s ass
sock ’em with punches and slaps
more beef than the lunch on your lap, ah
hit ’em with the one-two like it’s kung-fu
living life lavishly when we come through
pulling up to the function, whippin’ in the foreign
no snoring, we work around the clock like orange
i’m pouring out sentences with all this energy
i don’t see anybody that’s ahead of me
if you disrespecting us, you are dead to me
respectfully, i’m in my own lane
driven by old pain, and spitting for gold chains
i’m living to make a significant divot in this
like spilling propane on open flame
asked myself “is this all i can show the game?”
but with every tape, i get higher than smoking strains
get to a point where i’m praised and i’m blowing brains like it was cobain
yeah, you know the name, don’t need introductions
when i host the stage, rappers get to runnin’
i could overtake the game with zero budget
you can open my veins, see the talent pumping, uh
yeah, going from nothing to something
now isn’t that crazy?
how is it not apparent that this music is in my blood?
cause these cd’s drifting in my ab
alphabetically murdering it on the daily and getting plays
see, if you ain’t jay-z, ye, wayne, drake
or ain’t got no flame beats like you tay keith
get out my lane, g
swerving until i see sparks bouncing off of the asphalt
see these haters that’s bombing my comments
but ain’t even rapped, what you sit on your ass for?
see this stamina i’m ramming into my catalog
i be working all day
what? you think jamming a handful of b-ttons is all that it takes for a burkin and k’s?
ignoring dedication, soaring, levitating
historic creations i’ll pour out and leave till they form in the pavement
i’m more than just crazy
i’m the storm that’s swarming this game
and invading like h-rnets in rooms
shocking the audience like i was zeus
but hades when spraying these flames in the booth
masking my darkest and blackest of thoughts with this tune
but i’ve never forgotten the roots
[outro]
is this what you want?

- nerfonator

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