Jesse - k**er Repetition lyrics

[Chorus 1: Jesse] I've been building off of my progress Failed to run, you ain't start yet Straight out the gate and I'm comin' for ya neck Yeah you 'bout to be an ugly mob mess We don't want that, but you still gonna get it Take anything out that I see as competition Ain't f**in' with me boy, work a k**er repetition --x2 [Verse 1: Jesse] Drop - Yeah - Then we bring it right back; Got a pen full of goodies slick 'em right into the mac See these mother f**a's running, ain't none looking back My mentality's changed, mental running on the verge of insane Slay a verse in my head, an when I'm k**in' pull it out on the stage Make ya hope that when I'm writing i don't think of your name There's a monster in my head, with a beast inside me Wanna play around, well lets get to rhyming Stuffin' dreams in a bag, bodies behind it Out back, pourin' gas, run a match then light it I leave em truly frightened, I don't blame em though If i saw me, the way you saw me Not to even make em trip, but id be clear as ghost ////////////- Snippet Break -/////////////////// Storm in the house, trail of blood on the floor Hearin' 'em scream - must be wantin' more Wooden floor with a cherry stain That's bloody red with an 80 grain It's a murder scene, and you facing this Fully automatic strapped down Running' em out with that banana clip [Chorus 2: Jesse] I've been building off of my progress Failed to run, you ain't start yet Straight out the gate and I'm comin' for ya neck Yeah you 'bout to be an ugly mob mess We don't want that, but you still gonna get it Take anything out that I see as competition Ain't f**in' with me boy, work a k**er repetition --x2 [Verse 2: Jesse] Whoa! Jesse; That's a little too violent What? Bad choice of words? These ideas seemin' too complex? I'm bout tired of critics, I got problems I ain't trying to fix I'm on the list, and it seems that it never stops growin' I'm hearin' 'em all scream, and ain't none of em know it This world's a prison, it's in the way that you live Either you rotting behind bars, or workin' for them I wish I had the answer, but this life ain't fair At least direction, but ain't none of it clear //----------------------------------------------- In other words, too many false promises Laid into terms you barely comprehend Some distractions put into place And the blindfolded never win //------------------------------------ - Now, just look at the clock Listen, We could all make it out I've got the whole city with me And if your down, well, here's the route….. [Outro]