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letra de that music - point game

[intro]
i’m still alive, motherf-cka!
you are not in control
one of those son of a b-tches you sent in here to k!ll me
is about to die (i am a stranger)
let’s see what they gon’ do when i get this one in here
(you have no idea what i’m capable of)
check it

[verse 1: point game]
i lie awake with my eyes open and my mind hopin’
i can die choking off of swiggin’ the liquor cause i stole it
i’mma f-ck around and rhyme hopin’ my self-inflicted
c4 gets more of my lines quoted (boom!)
i’m a psychosomatic, might go and grab it
light, draw, and drag it
a battler with his back shattered
a spine fracture, a rapper with nine stab wounds
black b-st-rds you breathe deep when i p-ss through
i twist off and roll with a fist large
disposin’ a clip scarred, upholdin’ the rip laws
drinkin’ robitussin ’til i’m noddin’ off
pill-poppin’ hard, guzzlin’ alcohol ’til the problem gone
tryin’ to get in your liver, like liquor comin’ in a flask
next one to drink is like stifler
my miczilla, a bright n-gga who eye quicker
plus a live ripper that rhyme the live stiffer

[hook] x2
this here’s that music, suicidal music
cry-to music, itunes music
get f-cked up, sit and cry to music
can’t another motherf-cker do it like i do it

[verse 2]
every night that i wake up and day, go to sleep
i realize that i’m backwards and pray for a beat
to impeach all this anger that they won’t release
when i’m tired of rappin’, enabled, diseased
rottin’ from the gas bin, based on the speech
probably floppin’ on a mattress from hatred, o.d
a mama that loved him and fakes on the streets
with a heart for the real but a case for the weak (that’s me)
pack and burn marks on my arm and my heart
from my thoughts in the dark when i’m lost with a cause
option of god, but a force from the bars
that i wrote from the start of my vocals and robbed
myself of the dignity and pride that i want
when bein’ drugged up choppin’ lines i’mma snort
speedin’ in the street, coppin’ fines in the courts
with my mind in remorse, it reminded the lord

[hook] x2

[verse 3]
still f-cked up from last year, picture next week
the damage i do, might as well let my death speak
i laugh at clowns invitin’ me to parties
i’m scarred livin’ deceased, my heart timid and weak
my art vivid to speak, who’s motivated?
f-ck life, reach me my birth, i fornicated
people always wanna talk with me
then trip when i speak back awkwardly
what the f-ck you expect, i’m a awful breed
a self-hating christian, unlawful seed
against all odds, but my life is even
i lie like the heathen, but throw slanted eyes
of the demon, who the f-ck roll like me?
not a godd-mn soul lose hope like p
(hey yo, you spit, dawg?)
yeah, i lace tracks at random
a hot verse to you to me is branded

[hook] x4

awww sh-t

- point game

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