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letra de consequences - the natural profane

[verse one]

the heart-stopper
right ventricle exerciser
stream-of-consciousness style writer
william faulkner
it takes me back to the days when i would out of borders
with my hands in my pockets
couple albums in my boxers
type of sh-t that you could snap to
shake your -ss to
that the fellas can puff-puff-and-p-ss to
you’re on my arm and ain’t coming off like a tattoo
gave me your number and i ain’t even have to ask you
the possibilities are endless
jumping through hoops to get in this business
walking tightropes like olympic gymnasts
nothing can break my concentration
taking life as a gamble like native americans on reservations
been popping that unprescribed medication
before my days as an adolescent
before i started leaving bad impressions on teachers
without having a reason
and dr. gidoni called me to schedule a consultation
but every time that i try to be transparent
i just get hate for the fact that i have merits
people laugh and then blame it on wack lyrics
but when i call them out in a battle rap they act embarr-ssed
(i don’t get it)
bullies used to leave my eyes swollen purple
but today it feels like a role reversal for ol’ urkel
i just keep tapping to the beat
treat the 1200 like a potter’s wheel
mold my clay into a masterpiece

[verse two]

i’ve seen smokers who used to be like my best friends
turn their f-cking backs on me the second i quit
we’re talking brothers
my regiment
you disrespect him and we’ve got a problem
i’d’a took one to the chest for this kid
but whatever
f-ck him
i guess the final lesson is this:
teach yourself to forgive ‘cause real friends don’t exist
you want to put your posse to the test?
put down the spliff
and after a month of that, go see how many still make the list

[chorus]

people talk sh-t and don’t expect a consequence
i’m sick of all of it
but you don’t have a problem with
the world we’re living in today
‘til i put it on exhibition or display
people talk sh-t and don’t expect a consequence
i’m sick of all of it
but you don’t have a problem with
the world we’re living in today
‘til i…

[verse three]

dead serious, dog; i’m ‘bout to lose it
you’re holding a dynamite powder-keg with the fuse lit
no time to talk it over, we’re beyond that
you really thought you could walk all over me
and i wouldn’t do sh-t?
sorry partner, that’s not the way that it works
if you’re seeking forgiveness at this point, save it for church
‘cause you ain’t gonna get it
and i can go the distance
tighten my hands around your throat like boa constrictors
for disrespecting me to my back
you can’t pop off and not expect me to react
b-tch, i was this close to calling you kindred
now i realize i never should have f-cked with you to begin with
so watch as a maniacal, wickedly diabolical
pill expert leaves you pharmaceutically comatose
inject your unconscious body with a stronger dose
until your head hurts from all the pressure
and you start to choke

- the natural profane

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