Brawl (feat. J Soulstice & Smith the Poet)

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"The Thought: A Logical Inquiry" is an essay by Gottlob Frege. It was published as "Der Gedanke. Eine logische Untersuchung" in the philosophy journal Beiträge zur Philosophie des deutschen Idealismus (English: Contributions to the philosophy of German idealism) in 1918. It was republished in Mind in English in 1956. In it, Frege argues against idealism and for platonism about thoughts, or propositions. Frege says ideas are private, but thoughts are public. Frege said that such abstract objects were members of a third realm. Frege also argued for a redundancy theory of truth. Quoting Frege, "The thought, in itself immaterial, clothes itself in the material garment of a sentence and thereby becomes comprehensible to us. We say a sentence expresses a thought." more »

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I had like moved my hand somewhere
And I felt a different finger hit me in a different spot
And I was like, "Jesus, hand! How dare you?!"
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Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo
Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low
Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento
Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo
Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo
Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low
Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento
Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo, let's go

We ain't playing Smash? We playing Tekken! (Wa-cha!)
I ain't paying cash, no disrespecting
Think you got that ass just for a weapon?
But you got like half just off injections
You claim you a Queen, think you a legend
Ain't impressing, acting like you clean without inspections
So depressing, fashioning a seat where you can rest it
Now you slower on your feet but won't address it
I ain't stressing, I'm too focused on the message
It's a blessing to get this good without the leverage
Ask your questions, I know all the wrong directions
But no pressure if you clever 'cause you should know how to measure
What you testing? Are you sure you want to know?
Learn your lessons, 'cause you really ain't the G.O.A.T.
Reap and sow, marketing your teats and not your flow
You ain't sharpening your teeth, you in the battle just for show

Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo
Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low
Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento
Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo
Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo
Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low
Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento
Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo, let's go

What's the theme for the day? In my dream every day
Be a king every day, you make memes every day
You don't say what you mean, you don't mean what you say
And that's unfortunate, I've been so fortunate to do my thing on a stage
Dealing with this world is hard enough, I'll never add to that
I wonder how Chance felt, when he made the Acid Rap
Got Smith, Soulstice, damn that's a classic track
To stay sane, he has to rap, they don't know this Hispanic's black!
Got to put your signature on everything, they know it's you
Don't feel bad for outgrowing people that do not grow with you
They act like they notice you then try to get ahold of you
Like E.T. phoning home, I hope this message goes to you
(Fire in the booth, man!) Got fire in the booth, I stay making more
I ain't playing no games, this ain't Playstation 4
I made it through hell at a young age, I've dealt with worse
I been living life unfazed, I've held this curse

Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo
Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low
Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento
Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo
Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo
Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low
Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento
Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo, let's go

F*ck it, ain't the dough! What you think we playing for?
Riddles of a roach? Scribbles in the peach scones, funny how it goes 
From hating where you're headed, indebted, I'm renting, ho!
Not saying I'm pathetic, prophetics could pray to poach
No, I don't need your freedoms, call it even, I don't know
Rip off the free-fall and flickers the jolts
I triple for fiddles, I diddle dribbles with the dro
No middle, more minimal, making music with the Bro's
The little McGriddle, he skittles, sifting for a "so?"
Sokka should've known, yo! Written or a dose!
The fucking peach 'Scoe's yo, Sunny got the code
Been hating where your headed, indebted, I dreaded ho!
Not saying apathetic was better, but don't it show?
No, I don't need your reasons, call it Steven I-Don't-Know
Hip-hop the fee-flop, just picture the Colt
I cripple for drizzle, then whistle simple for the folk

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