SFP - The Equalizer tekster (lyrics)

[SFP - The Equalizer tekster lyrics]

Jeg må ha litt høyere litt høyere

The clock tics, check your mics
Soon as I enter the stage, the crowd clicks
Applause, caused by my gift
Sent from the stars god's gift, I'm a misfit
An outsider, a shitcan full of piss
With a little piece of talent
If you think I stole your girl
Then I haven't
I just rented her, there's only one girl
I wanna invite in my Bentley, skrr
Still I'm sly as a motherfucker
Fly as a motherfucker
Bye to the motherfucker
Who puts on limit's, a dream locker
Who tries to hold me up
I don't wanna break the limit's
I wanna blow 'em up
So push me further away, cus I
Refuse to stay in this broke
Shitty slump one more day
Stay awake or you might slip
That's what Amir told me, then he went drib
Therefore, I won't stop
I will grind to the Rock
Hall of Fame like Pac
Even if it would cost me my life
I'm not afraid as long as I'm doing it right
You see, they fake it 'till they make it
But fuck that, Ima keep it real
Even if that means that I'll never get a deal
That's the truth
I wanna inspire the youth when I'll be old
As fuck but still standin' in the booth
I'm from an era that ain't dedicated
All the real one's are eradicated
It's like our world has become animated
Social media keep us all regulated
Likes and comments control our minds
Bill Sikes are runnin', workin' overtime
Hold tight, I'm shunnin', on the borderline
Damn right I'm coming, but I'm mortified
Damn, what a thought (I'm slummin')
The media controls my heart (I'm slummin')
They been doin' it since the beginning
(I'm slummin')
I wish that i could just restart
(I'm slummin')
Runnin', stumblin', in my own mind
Don't worry, just a little high
Swear I'm doing fine
All the time, the devil tryna blend me
Going blind i don't mind
I'll let him in so he can see me flyin'
Never dive in his pool like a fool cus
"it's cool not to follow the rules"
I don't wanna lose
I'm really tryna make it in this rap game
Tryna rise to fame and make a name for myself
But I rather wear pain
Than a chain on myself
I brought my flames here for the cool
To make them melt
Never been a fan of flashing paper and wealth
I prefer promoting campaigns
For mental health
I got a dolla and a dream, know what I mean?
Keep on grinding like a motherfucker, CREAM
This that work your ass off
Shit that never pays off
Lost the count of days exhausted, flex
Checks lost driven by the vision
Feeling like I'm on a mission
From a higher power, listen
But I got no type description
I'm just here to stay
Try as hard as you can
You'll never pull me away, you know why?
Because I keep my inner circle close
And close the doors for those who shows
Up only when my life glows
Now, toast for that
Know I'm supposed to keep a
Couple hoes backstage at
My shows, but I rather focus on my flow
Just wanna rap
I'm the illest motherfucker coming
Up in a while cus I've been locked up
But now I'm free on trial
It's history in the making
I feel my hand shaking when I
Write these poems that be taking
The game to a whole 'notha era
Lemme be clear'a my rhymes are designed to
Tear'a this game apart
These shiny diamonds cry when I shit 'em hard
I'm like Em in his prime
Combined with K lamar, ah
I'm a born rapstar, so hungry for more
My tongue is a chainsaw
You don't see the picture? Lemme draw
I'm here to equalize the game for
Local rappers who ain't raw
My hands on the beat
I put my hands up on this beat
Lemme spit it up
Tell other rappers "hands up!" on this beat
Cus I'm here to shoot you with a taser
I told old girl "I love you
Take it or leave it" i ain't gon' chase her

I ain't gon' chase you

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