The Action Packed Mentalist - Learn Truth (Rugged Man Contest) lyrics

Crackers, let us k** it like a ball in traffic Let us f** up the language like quadraplegic Let em love let em live let em live it down Lit the spliffs with a flick then we skipping town Drinking in an alleyway, that was daddy's way Let us howl like a wolf, let us whistle like a ref at a derriere Nappy hair but we'll rub it regardless From the bottom of my heart my congrats And a pit of darkness And a pint of dark beer and a spliff full of bad dreams Hooked to an iv never hooked on caffeine Not a zombie that keep myself awake Not a vapid product, this is my serenade This is my swan song, I got sore thumbs From all the waiting for my shot even though I'm a born god I'm dying for some recognition Like mart eden confused by the mechanisms Lies like soap have shown to be a gold mine f** an old head f** a rapper and a cosign f** a dope line let's make a dope song One more one more man I'm a proton In the morgue pay my foes a visit Barely ever home my baby bro is distant Ain't no different from the motherf**ing dad I hate No time to miss him motherf**ers there's a path to pave [scrape bait] so I take hits to the face That's crazy to say now but when the neurons in your head Is twisted like a maze and no way to escape I guess it makes sense To numb all your senses don't look in the mirror Ashes to ashes, phoenix to my river Bleedings in the liver live for the drank Against all odds bukowski to my hank Shawshank redemption she dog my advances She loves my light heart but she hate my black trances Cos the world get cold I darken I'm gone Breathe in the air exhale a storm Unpolished, unapologetic Apollo pulled up had me kidnapped Tainted windows up had me spit raps Wouldn't let me go even though we were stuck in traffic Tackled all my skeletons to hell with them Had a spark when I started but now it's all heartless A hell of a ride but no stairway to heaven We're all alone I can't care bout no rapping I can't care about no shmurda I can't care about no drill When the shadows come and they bite you and they choke you And they know they'll win You gotta face the terror Queens swallowed hairpins but you're an emperor Either wino or suicide Either dying or a ruined life A beat poet that wished he was Dickensian The dream died today this the requiem My head so heavy at birth it caused an earthquake 80s gold chains weighing on vertebrae Definition of a writer no halo for my daddy No payroll for mama no rainbow for the ending