Veybur - Subject Matter lyrics

[Verse 1] Looking through my raps Stars on my computer screen Spitting so hard all alone know what I mean Get it, ya feeling, these words got you reeling All immersed in the meaning that my verse is feeding I got it wrong though Cause I'm giving food for thought But I've been waiting long And it's not what they want People are just thirsty for the sound of Pitbull jerking I guess it's not the worst thing, I'll just keep on rehearsing You can just swallow and wallow in the nursing home Of music where you belong Good production: sick song I guess technically a person can't spit wrong But why do rappers now have to s**, Big Sean Get pissed on, I'm a rhymer, I got another track Just line her up add her to the queue right in the back Glean what you can, I understand though White boy raps so dull he spits so slow All I do is spit facts, rip rhymes, and get daps I got A DD in my lab so I zig zag From topic to topic, get nothing done bro And to top it all off, this industry's cutthroat The final product we're rocking here is not the hottest Not what I'm about not a prophet for profit Keep it honest and devout, get this track and just rock it Headphones, head home, ignore the world that's caustic Lofty perching soul searching my inner person Constantly learning while the monsters are herding Listen to my wording be you veteran or virgin Become a better version, be your own mental surgeon You got it, I'm on it I'll impart all my knowledge Live slow, think fast, don't fret about the dollars Screw the squalor, never falter, uphold your own honor Be the kinda guy that can never ever stand taller [Hook: Ciriac] So don't tell me to call ya And I'll tell ya to leave (X2) [Verse 2] Lady Luck, Lucy Lui, on the kid's latitude Coming up quick swift though I'm still not 22 Modestly, but honestly, the whole world is your property Just find your niche and beat the mean, take these words audibly See if they can take you far, back to when you thought big No cares had your parents, just a little wee kid Happy for no reason, crappy feelings fleeting Most recent problem was a knee or elbow bleeding Screamed for what was trivial, made you plain miserable Now you cope with your problems hitting that medicinal? Here. Gone. Life is like Snapchat Before I know it I'mma have to cop that grad cap 2016, CLAS See all the stress causing cardiac arrest Be the best you can be, pat your back, pack a snack Those are the three things to take from this track Keep me in mind, and I promise you'll be fine (Right?) Effort, confidence, and the food to unwind I say no commas no pause until your period's Over, live life fast but never too serious Mic couldn't handle ya, very nice like Pamela Borat flow cause I show it all on camera Kid'll get what's comin', cause spittle from this youngin' Is worth a little more than the kid has been frontin' [Hook] [Verse 3] Skinny white boy has all the people snoring Keep deep sleeping yeah my thruster's only warming I'm seen as a Mormon, me? I'm missionary boring Just a mic no bike that's how I'll be touring Foul line Jordan, jump up to the stars No lid when I spit sixteen of these bars k** it quick kid hits swifter than a wrist slit Might be a misfit guess it's cause I'm six six Realer than a Tila tape, got you on a squealer's gape Sweat from my skull I need more towels than a Steeler's game Yeah my head might be hot cause I'm spitting straight fire Why are these burning thoughts always there they perspire Out my mouth don't be loud, never ever spook the crowd Keep it mellow that's the memo all else is not allowed Sounds like the industry crowns their kings fiscally A litany of artists no ability or dignity Allright, fine, I'll be that guy they snooze on Don't be mad at me just because I'm nuanced Guess they'll never move on, drooling on that futon I'll just make a new song, hope you aren't too gone [Outro] I actually...kinda like Big Sean though...