Chronic Dro - Rooster lyrics

Rooster [Verse 1: Chronic Dro] They ain't found a way to k** me yet Trudging through trenches half-awake, like an army vet Bust back through iron sights, grip the iron mic Breathing out, they can feel the energy If rap were a table I'd be the center piece Radio ain't meant for me, they'd just censor me I'm just being my damn f**ing self, explicit With no holds barred I grab your attention, listen Ain't swimming in a cesspool no more Dripping in droppings, a piece of sh** and no one can stop me Ain't hard to distinguish brain cells Heads all dizzy being put through a spell You still got no dubs, I'm still on one Play no games, talk big flames, straight from the sun Raising questions on what I really mean Wiping mop heads round the flo', stay clean [Hook] Y'all couldn't f** with my worse sh** Here comes the rooster, cannons up, sinking ships Hey, I'm just talking a whole lot of sh** That's just how it goes growing up with busted lips [Verse 2: Chronic Dro] k**ing machine out in these mean streets Stacking more bodies than he has dollar bills, send chills Laid back, contemplate suicide in my head Rather let you try me out instead Walking tall machine gun man That's who I am, sent me slugs when I started rap It's all jokes 'til I have the last laugh Expose them all to deadly paragraphs Plot is perilous, enjoy every page at this stage Life looms above like a guillotine blade Whine on, the sh** in your mouth not tasty That sh** won't phase me, critics don't praise me Enlightened like bible study after ma** Read too much into past, write my own aftermath You getting the bigger picture? When the truth come, you bury face in scripture [Hook] Y'all couldn't f** with my worse sh** Here comes the rooster, cannons up, sinking ships Hey, I'm just talking a whole lot of sh** That's just how it goes growing up with busted lips [Verse 3: Chronic Dro] Lies escape your lips every time you speak Snakes with harmless smiles, yanking teeth Accuracy in a masterpiece, magnifique Sticky inhabit mason jars, restock monthly Don't hand me no squares crash dummy It'll cause cancer and a run for your money Never been one to beg, please love me Isolation, that's my main occupation Concentrate when I catch wind Regular can found under Dro's antonyms With a flow sweet as cinnamon Tough pill to swallow when your stomach hollow Not one to follow, opposite of a role model Walking experiment, coughing from rips on my chemistry set Hard to knock, here to represent Breaking more down until my mind catch up to present tense [Outro] Todos tenemos defectos, no somos perfectos Es difícil concentrar me en el centro Vivo la vida como quiero, con lo más des respecto Si no te gusta traga mecos, culero