Paroles The Stands par 137 (US)

Hear my name
Voices calling from the land beyond this plane;
Not one to tame
I know chaff from all the grain

Artistry's inextricably linked with controversy
I don't know what you're doing if you're not angering somebody;
For the vehicle—action—know the exhaust is uncertainty
Stacking bricks like a mason, see me constructing my destiny

This year been a crazy one Biden won let's go in
I know a lot of people mad
The air is getting potent
Despite any odds for some dubs I feel I'm chosen
Every take shot I'm taking best believe that it's gon go in

Ethereal handiwork not tellurian trinkets;
You'll find one reason I'm spitting is breaking down all the pickets;
I am the one that's bleeding in the middle of the arena
But don't you worry I'll make sure to get you front-row tickets

I'm coming from a land where the straight paths are slanted;
But you don't know the kingdoms that my sword's supplanted
I'm baking all the bread and kneading all the dough
Unless you are a baker do not come to me I need to let you know

And when I feel down, I see my soul has arisen
Incarcerated by bars I turn these words to a prison
And if the payment ain't right I tell em double it up
You ain't f**k with me then so you best be keeping it tuck

And I don't want to hear one word about my music
Even compliments are starting to make me so nauseous;
Unless you are a sage, pure truth would make you sick
So mind your f**king nescience and tell tongue to be cautious

I'm always shortchanged so they owe me a lot
If you ain't giving it up I got on option to pop
I ain't talking the smoke I rather model supreme
Might even pop me a bottle I just hang with that team

I don't need to know
If you vibe with me or one of my features;
I see all the diamond so
Give a f**k if you see one of its many features
For I strum my strings
I spit and sing
For a lot more than a diamond ring

That pu**y a** boy still owe me verse
He lucky right now that he not in a hearse
That's now what I'm bout and that's not how I move
I'll get me my shine and I'll shine it on you
Cause I am way better an artist intact
You is so trash and you know that's a fact
You got you some numbers but nothing to show
I'll be bigger than you in a year as I blow

Year's been bloody and uncomfortable like a menses
But in the midst of that darkness I wrote a couple theses;
I won't blame you if you didn't swim in the sewer water
But if I fertilized my farm and I used the whole of that feces

Wine for the liberty
Not for the misery or the vapidity;
People asking me how I deal with all the negativity
And I evince to them that ba** in beaker or the speaker
Does effectively eliminate acidity