Muwaffag Ibrahim - Motionless Fighterist lyrics

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Muwaffag Ibrahim - Motionless Fighterist lyrics

[Verse 1: McFuego] Young prophet out in Boston Flipping profits, Newbury shopping, copping outfits Ya'll block boys, we skate around them Other day we were copping some coffins Cuz we were offing n***as who talking Way too often Without no caution Ashing in their sockets from these burning rockets Actually involved in some projects n***a, I'm a prospect Family detached from my logic or lack of it Bilingual, and I never talk sh** I'ma die single and still rob kids Nice watch kid, you about to get clocked b**h I don't mind sh** and that's a mindset Cuz n***as is racist, communist, haters Problem kids, waiters, janitors, ball players Some getting scholarships and some earning payments Some getting dollar chips, some drinking brainless Some spitting honest sh**, some feeling painless Some over sensitive but no one's really careless They just don't know That the sum of all these somes is the whole All of us breathing, all of us running All of us grieving, all of us stunting All of us leaving, all of us cheesing All of us nothing, all of us leaping Towards something, we in motion [Break: Yung Depression] And, and, and, and we in motion And, and, and we in motion And, and, and, and we in motion And, and, and, and we in motion And [Verse 2: Yung Depression] Man, I'm sitting here slumped back In my chair while the music blaring Getting lost in my thoughts to breathe Bouta remove my spleen Feeling kind of sick, die young Who's about to get hung? I ain't talking 'bout no horse Smoke cigs, voice hoarse Love eating sand at the beach Screams I'm a like Big Meech Or even like the rapper Bones I just wanna be away from the clones But now I'm in a war with my fictional reality Equates to live, love is a fallacy It's tough to talk, it's tough to walk Like a man, never tan, just burnt Never turnt, rather k** myself a different way A, a way I don't have to pay me bae I thought my life was just so cray Until I, I realized it was raining in the month of May Like weird weather, I thought that I was clever And hate it 'cause ya'll didn't even hear me Turn me up like a dog with a bone Ain't even a f**ing clone but I'm, I'm still fighting And I'm, I'm, I'm still fighting And I'm, I'm, I'm still fighting And I'm, I'm, I'm still fighting And I'm, I'm still writing verses with half of my brain power I'm still crying when I get in the shower And I'm, I'm still, I'm still fighting And I'm, I'm still, I'm, I'm still fighting And I'm, I'm, I'm still fighting