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Yeah I'm more, I'm more I'm more, I'm more, I'm more Yeah, yeah What it do, what it is, what it could be You're more bla-bla-bla what it would be Bluntly I feel like all you motherfuckers pussy Leader of the new school they be playin' hook-ey Turned cake for rappin' on the corner like The Rooks be Chess game, let's bring more shame to what we need to push We ahead 'cause we think the more simpler than the hooks be I ain't come to sugarcoat shit, whole culture got spiritual diabetes Humanistic raps and tryin' to supply the species I'mma defy the thesis and the peachin' can't fiddle in the box Credits, Bushwick fake frame lookin' kind critics Ain't no peace treadies with me I'm in a legion with the truth Tryin' to feel your pain like it's mine it's a window to you The only way I can see through, pass the sauce let me stop preachin' I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my Let me stop preachin' to em I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my Let me stop preachin' to em Imma start speakin' to em, Imma start reachin' to em Little closed door homie, Imma start inkin' through it SongtexteImma start bleedin' through it, they won't have to let me in We gon' start seein' true less, yeah These days I stay far away, when a train rolls in I got somethin' to lose Now I'm more on point than cool, now True to me is more important than rules now Whole lotta obstacles I got past em Used the laugh at the kid when I got the last one I never want to pass in, I only lived with passion At 25 already been like 9 virgins of but see equals speak to you Now been sown, sold for so much I'm better than the past ones I been runnin' circles around rappers don't make me relapse son My anxiety was so bad son, I was gonna collapse, son Next time I thought I seen my last son Wanted to be somebody that could last, son Then I realised the same shit that brings my heart pain It's the same shit that make it wanna last once, for the real Yeah, live from Hell's Kitchen, New York City Welcome to the motherfuckin' album It's just the intro we gettin' warmed up Should I keep going?! Uh This is Jubelyn's birth from depression This the human, this earth from obsession Gave my heart to my Craft, started livin' for myself If I live to impress then I'm pressin' Ask any we done brought pain way before we done made him sign us Motherfuckers been congested Everytime I've been last that was a lesson Broken down to the essence, hocus-pocus dimensions It's the accumulative perfector, been new thinner on the neck up The foolish you neglect, the true lives in the sex I'm a mutant in the flesh, border ruthless since in debt While I'm coopin' n the Angles they keep losin' for their check New York, New York fuck what you thought You ought pay attention when attention rise Only together and keep walkin' out the the tender Call out bear's a friend of mine, homie Aus Songtexte Mania