Locksmith, Termanology - TeamBackPack | Termanology & Locksmith lyrics
[Locksmith, Termanology - TeamBackPack | Termanology & Locksmith lyrics]
Make some motherfuckin' noise
Yo, check it out
Yo, New York City, look, look
Sometimes the culture vulture is just as
Bad as the bird caller
The nigga pointin' his finger
Is just as wicked
He would rape you the same as a slave master
But he can't
'cause the person he blames already did it
Listen, fuck lyricism fuck being blunt
Fuck making an album, do a media stunt
Fuck holding your craft get on
Stage and go postal
Show up an hour late and just
Rap along to your vocals
These are the gimmicks we
Like to mention more
These epidemics feed in attention more
We hangin' ourselves with extension chords
There's a blur between being an artist
Or an attention whore
You could snooze if you choose but please
Don't worship these social media gurus
They partner up with the
Platforms that you have
Give you biased advice so you
Could purchase an ad it's sad
We look to the crooks to right the karma
We understand the chances we took
To bite the dogma
We push, despite some drama, it's evident
Our current president makes Bush
Look like Obama
Comma, fake rappers get it right
Treat your bitch like a catchers mitt
Parade her through the night
You are not a lyricist
You persuaded by the hype
You are Paris Jackson
You're not related to the mic
What I spit son is obvious
I bring destruction like I was a gun lobbyist
Under destruction from unwarranted cockiness
If the shoe fit's wear it if not
Then put a sock in it
Yo, check it out
Yo, New York City, look, look
Sometimes the culture vulture is just as
Bad as the bird caller
The nigga pointin' his finger
Is just as wicked
He would rape you the same as a slave master
But he can't
'cause the person he blames already did it
Listen, fuck lyricism fuck being blunt
Fuck making an album, do a media stunt
Fuck holding your craft get on
Stage and go postal
Show up an hour late and just
Rap along to your vocals
These are the gimmicks we
Like to mention more
These epidemics feed in attention more
We hangin' ourselves with extension chords
There's a blur between being an artist
Or an attention whore
You could snooze if you choose but please
Don't worship these social media gurus
They partner up with the
Platforms that you have
Give you biased advice so you
Could purchase an ad it's sad
We look to the crooks to right the karma
We understand the chances we took
To bite the dogma
We push, despite some drama, it's evident
Our current president makes Bush
Look like Obama
Comma, fake rappers get it right
Treat your bitch like a catchers mitt
Parade her through the night
You are not a lyricist
You persuaded by the hype
You are Paris Jackson
You're not related to the mic
What I spit son is obvious
I bring destruction like I was a gun lobbyist
Under destruction from unwarranted cockiness
If the shoe fit's wear it if not
Then put a sock in it