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letra de uncontent - the grouch

[intro]
(man) f-ck!
uncontent (knamsayin’?)
(mines, unemployed and sh-t) goin’ through
f-ck (b-tch sh-t)
b-tch sh-t, that’s right

[verse 1: murs]
it always seems that once you’re comfortable with your surroundings
that’s when you begin to lose your grounding
but i only feel like life is just testing me
or is it forcing me to fulfil my destiny?
stuck in the cycle of gaining and losing
is it just me or is everyone cruising
through this lifestream
though my dreams of rolling with a tight team
are finally coming true
but all these lines of doubt just keep running through
my viewfinder, which just serves as a reminder
that this sh-t could fall through at any given time
’cause in this movie called “life” i’m just out to say my line
before they roll the credits, so let it be known
that murs is comfortable living a few notches below
the comfort zone

[interlude: shing02]
now this shing0, check it
[verse 2: shing02]
[-rapping in j-panese-]

[verse 3: axiom]
i’m in very specific transitions over studio sessions, appears the axiom
as i age, little annoying situations irk to the point of standing activation
for instance, in the winter
i think i inherited this unfaithful condition from renditions of my grandma’s genetic coding
those in relation get an aching sensation and in painstaking need
extreme cold in regard of all the seasons
[?] i mean
the small pluses of joy ain’t nearly as overbearing as comparative anatomy
we’re f-cking water physics
visually, people apply creed
’cause they bound within boundaries of acquiring the consumables
but the sh-t you come up on is on difference
be gathering property gettin’ repossessed by then
you been given those taxes
guarantee all your money is pocket stuffings
to all [?] i’m uncomfortable, uncontent somewhat
to have something is nothing compared to the next man’s collectives
working such a phobia surfaced from origin but then again
why grief, society’s [?] off on lies
n-ggas in the ghetto lease autos in reverse, can’t afford payments
on must notice
while it’s a cinch for the rich to purchase mad sh-t, with plastic
[interlude: axiom]
yeah, yeah
i’m in favour of specific transitions, up on studio sessions appears axiom
that verse was some studio sessions
just for you fools to know, the beat is super, super, super tight
sr10 quality, 4-track, somewhere in the backyard
i ain’t trippin’

[verse 4: the grouch]
i remember when i was young
i used to be sprung of the thought
then i would play with any toy that my mother bought
probably brought to my attention by commercials of the first floor
to have it on my block
and those who didn’t jock were shocked when mom would buy it
just to keep me quiet
i would go inside and try it (try it), out and they’d deny it
when they broke it, whoever it was, ’cause they were folks
it didn’t matter much, i just had to get a clutch
on that new sh-t

[verse 5: bas1]
we’re not liking the new sh-t
making whack mc’s hit the exit
you should be leaving, by swan and seasoning
your brain with much pain
i’m uncontent with the sh-t you sent
the sh-t you sent is not representing
i’m quite hinting, tinting
making you be relenting
i’m resenting every word you wrote to me
how dare you think you’re doper than me
i’m quoting the, floating the
rhyme, past your anatomy
it’s a tragedy, bas be magically
making you retire
you’re going to perspire
sweating, never letting go
until i tell you so
no i won’t, leave it, so be it
you wanna battle bas1, you just achieved the last level of saga
i pound that head in, like a sewing [?]
live it on acapella, i smell ya
you’re smelling like emptiness, don’t tempt me, this is just a
little bit of my flow
as we’re going off, and you’re going on
to the last level, to the underground graves

- the grouch

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