Buttatones - 36 Bars lyrics

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Buttatones - 36 Bars lyrics

[Intro – Diabolic] Diabolic. Tones, where the f** you at, son? Check it. Yo… [Verse 1 – Diabolic] A lotta cats who rap can write a murderous rhyme But lack the endurance to shine on this vertical climb I see the current design in my life in hindsight Vision impaired, staring at the glare from the limelight The shine's bright, so friends eventually change Now they enemies—only friends from memory lane And you'll never see it stressin' me—I'm mentally drained There's nothing left in me—pain got nothing left to be gained I'll never be sane in a game full of lying thieves Diary of a madman. I'm a dying breed Writin' verses that'll make lighting strike the surface Of the earth ‘til light emerges from the dark the night you heard it I might of worshipped as a demon who's possessed Out of breath from screaming, speaking from the chest Got ‘em fiending for the next time they'll see him in the flesh Like a needle you inject with morphine into your neck So all my people on the right and all my people on the left This is hip hop—a brand all my people can respect [Verse 2 – bu*tatones] Hip hop give me a purpose—no faith and no churches Blazing these verses underground, breaking the surface Escape from this furnace. I'm like Satan's emergence Saying, “Gays is circus.” Rappers stay nervous This whole game's worthless. I remain certain. This merciless war My thoughts, they close the words I spit When the earth get hit, I should keep me in touch With the beats that I clutch tight like the leaf of my dutch Burnt trees from my lungs. MC's get punked Easily crushed to dust when I sneeze on chumps Tired of the fakes. Keep, instead inspired by the greats Higher than the stakes are true when the lion's in your face It's mine, so I take it. My rhymes are so sacred The lines are mad basic—it's time to replace it That fake sh**—erase it. Go back and change it Claim the greatest when you ain't sh**. You wacks'll face it These tracks I painted not once half or tainted Yours—black and faded. When I rap, they engrave it [Outro] Wanna talk sh** at the end? No I ain't never had sh** except hip hop and that's it… x5

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