Cold Blood - Mainscheme lyrics

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Cold Blood - Mainscheme lyrics

Verse Every song can be cla**ified with a genre But in the end it's all just music I got a variety of appliances of my voice So it's essential that I use it Whether I'm making intense songs with lima bean rhyme schemes and controversial topics Or complex bars with different subjects on it And blinding like high beam headlights at supersonic The difference is atomic I'm not tryna make a sonnet I strive for lyrical perfection but I know it's a progress Empirical objections are honest but the hate really is a tonic My self esteem is on sauna You could write a novel before you describe my genre I got an underground sound, not a thundercloud voice Might be suffering now but you puffers had a choice Maybe another life I was duller than a bu*ter knife Just a normal kid tryna live a fullest life No regrets, but you can't live it twice Failure is overpriced Creating havoc is my job, living like a poltergeist Who knows where it's gon' lead me, making millions or bagging groceries Known globally or nobody Regardless Imma diploma in cogency and my rapping is like poetry Maybe I'm just hopelessly groping in the dark lifelong Or maybe you all are woefully wrong f** the genre and just listen to the song f** the genre, good music is my main scheme f** the genre, just stay out the mainstream f** the genre, good music is my main scheme f** the genre, just stay out the mainstream Verse 2 Do me, that's my main scheme Label me, okay, whatever it is it ain't mainstream I'm Freddy Krueger invading your daydreams Imma a deadly shooter if you invade my playground Tracking you down I'm a greyhound Can't be plural I'm a ma** noun Welcome to the afterlife gates if I back down f** hip hop, f** R&B, f** the cash cow It's a pa**ion I'm not gonna gold rush That's fools gold I got the gold touch Clutch time but I got cold blood And you bout to hear about buddy's rath Leave you ripped apart in a bloody bath He who built his vision outta blind faith In the mind-state, that divine ways Won't help a lost soul that's hell-raised Who played with fire at a young age and ended up living in the crime wave Gotta stay true to your main scheme, loving what you do, not just fame seek The lure of the limelight is tasty, but could drive you into insanity Life is music to the things that I'm preaching f** what they say, just reach for your what your heart is beseeching f** the genre Hook Verse 3 All you out there miracle wishing who hear it but don't listen You've pulled a lyrical magician out the hat, and I'm spearheading those b**hing I'll find my greatest nemesis witnessing and those feminists in the kitchen Wishing they never dissed this kid on a mission Mission dolores Wishing they were in this singing the chorus Submitting a form claiming they always adorned us Now they mobbing the tour bus but as they approach the door shuts Now they know what it's like to be cut off But they'll never know what it's like to work your bu*t off to kick a** then be bu*t soft Nuts to the wall I'm enlarging my bladder here for you ball s**ers Your charging my battery and I'm a wall hugger To most of you my style is eccentric and bizarre But I'm just rap, repping my hometown like Kendrick Lamar My home is a bedrock My game is a head shot While the style around me is eroding like redrock But I'm not a cliff dweller living under a rock I'll rock a fella (rocafella) if my style leaves you in shock Come at you unique Like esco's bars or the fiddy of old I'm obsessed with the impossible like De Tovar searching for the city of gold Won't be punished doing me even if it's bold Like the Spanish inflicting Christian sacrilege resulting in the Pueblo revolt I know I'm not the fastest like Usain Bolt Not the best wordplay like a crossword puzzle Wouldn't even flex in a flex zone if I had the muscle Don't got the best flow that belongs to the late legend 2Pac Shakur Pour out a little liquor Not a great performer like Kanye and Jigga Don't got Em's perseverance, heart and guts Guts to scream I don't give a f** Not as tough as the unit or the lyrical ability of Nas Don't got Biggie Smalls grit, in other words I know I got flaws I'm not fully put together but I can express a thought, I'm a clause But then why is it that all you people still put your hands together in applause? I guess it's cuz I pour my heart out into my songs

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