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Croweman & the Ape

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Turn the fucking lights out
I’m sitting here by myself
With a pencil tryina get the lines out
Of an empty mind in a night cloud
Full of doubt
Still trying to figure out
How the to let my anger out
Now wasting my time with every rhyme I’m laying down
How does a thought like that ever leave your mouth?
Now I’m about to fight back
It’s time to let it out
Pencil in the hand, take the paper, fucking wet it now
You wanna pick a fight with me?
Come and get it now
I’ll beat you down, bar for bar, show the critics out
Screw what you think
I don’t care
Your opinion’s in the air
Don’t know where
Here’s the album
Bitch sweat it out
What’s dream to me, is a meme to you
Take a shot at me, I’ll throw it back at you
Cause it seems to me, you think I’m outta tune
F*ck the autotune, Bury Me On Neptune
No I’ll never be a quitter
All I’ll ever be’s a spitter
Written clever
I may differ
F*ck the liquor I’m a tripper
Spinning up a fucking twister
With the verse I spit it quicker
Little pepper, I play bitter
Shit I’ll serve you up for fucking dinner
My music’s got a different kind of sound
The critics always know when I’m around
I abuse it every lyric might surround
Their empty heads
Bar’s are gold but not a halo now
See the lights are on
Glowing in my head
This is who I am
Every bar is different
Croweman & The Ape is just an acronym
Joey Caromano and it’s happening
Now the fire’s inside, yeah, I’m tapping in
Set the bar down high, like I’m at the gym
Haters hate leg day
They wonder why I made it
I tell them it’s a track
And I’m running on it like I’m Tim
F*ck the fall semester and all it entailed
Felt like I was living through a fiery hell
Mental I was beat felt like I’d failed
My head was stuck in a reality shell
I may lose my shit but I’d never lose respect
I would choose to quit before I’d ever diss an ex
But f*ck who they’re with it’s who you’d least expect
Shoot from the lips words will always hit the chest
People turning on me
The king has been checked
This for every mother fucker who didn’t have my back
I’m returning to me
My greatest form beats the best
The legendary rubber stopper on the table in the stack
People say I’m a criminal because of the message
Yeah I know it was wrong but don’t call me a menace
You all know who I am and I would never seek vengeance
Just keep spreading the lies your words are serving my sentence
This is impossible
Twice I’m in the hospital
Who’s the fucking hostile laying down the obstacles
Stick it up your nostril leave behind the folicles
Every word is logical
No pressure
Logic’s style
F*ck Croweman and his comical ways
Time to break free from this horrible phase
Beating on the critics with a plausible case
Never like the rest, I’m audible craze
People doubt my work while my words are flying off the page
Their insults never hurt they simply add to Brian’s rage
Every rhyme’s a calculation
Complimenting declaration
Adding in collaboration
Written while in isolation
Never are we perfect
Nor professionals
Clever when we word shit
How intentional
Heavy double subject
4 dimensional
Weather out the project
Unforgettable
You’ll never feel the effort we put into this
Only listen, rip it up, then throw a diss
Every song
Every line
Every word
Every sound
Simple wrong
Lacking time
Kind of slurred
Lost the round
Humor and emotions yeah, we mixed them in
You missed a couple words, run it back again
Croweman & The Ape’s just an acronym
This is Brian and Joe, yeah were back again

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