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artistic
Blood flowin' greatness
Again I'm sorry for lateness
But it takes time for amazin'
If you're hot then I'm cajun
All the critics you trippin'
What

on yourself kid
I know what it's like to be your own critic
Battle myself every day
Somedays I cant look in the mirror
Bring me back to the time
Before I was

Laying on a raft made of body parts I borrowed from Ed Gein
If I ever make it I already know what the critics will say 
All I rap about is murder smoking

care less
'Bout these big mouth critics
Man I've had it with the favours
All in all, had enough of this
You hear me rapping now?
I might never make

a nine in
First you panic then you dyin
Critics I’m deaf to them
Silent suppressing them
I feel the jealousy
Who said they better at felonies Think he

could stand and tell me that i'm crazy, what it do

Uneducated I always was hated for showing my colors and letting em rate it
Critics are bitches I leave

letting it off
No answers to the questions I got
Sometimes I can't see if I'm lost 
I'm my worst critic 
There is no need to pile on
Peace,I can't seem

for the low please go tell a friend
I wear my heart on my sleeve nigga 
I told my patnas fuck the critics just believe nigga 
You do this shit for seed

growing again
Look at the racks and I throw 'em again
Throw 'em again
I keep on moving cause I am the man
I’m my worst critic but my biggest fan
I’m taking

nothing if we just gon let go
We turning something into nothing if we just gon let go

Inhibition in a mission isn't wisdom
Criticism critics isn't in

hittin my line I'm secluded 
Drinking that water of life not diluted 
I hear the critics but I won't be subdued
I've been writin rhymes since middle school

the strong prevail 
It's true the strong prevail
Betting on myself from here on out 
Can't even hear the critics
Gotta quiet the doubt yeah
Yeah gotta quiet

the listener something they can bond wit
Open palm to the critics or a closed fist
Lifes not calm most bout to detonate bombs
That's just rage towards their own

been knew this
And i know you ain't new to this but baby i'm different
I ain't nothing like these other niggas
I treat you good ya ya fuck the critics
I

your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone 
For the times they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics

man I spit acidic
Cranky critics get it like this
"Why Overflow talk about Bean Bitches?"
Mind your fucking business. See me from a distance
Walk into

Judge me on what I say I don't listen to no critics...
Bump this and play this shit yea I bet they gone feel this..

I don't really think they know (who I

Do you remember how it went
The song we wrote, the time we spent
Did it get so loud you had to cover up your ears
And like critics with their pens

mountains
Nobody could believe it, now all them critics astounded
Sounding just like crickets when I'm wipping past those who doubted, (ZONE!)
I'm on my grind

with it
So I'm prepared for a visit from all the parents and critics
And all the other fuckin people who can barely get it yo
I'm done

Lil gettin money bitch, twerk all night for the bag tho
She be goin in, aint goin out like a sad hoe
Critics talk shit, but they really big mad though

of disaster
Nigga Im ready to end this chapter
I’m tired of critics laughter
I’m tired of writing after
I’m tired of pushing shit with no back up I need a new

can I make it all happen?
I don't give a fuck about critics
They talking but they never did it
All my haters stay wishing I'd quit it
While they bitches

Black on black killing statistics tell the facts
Characteristics of ambition as a ridah
Critics claim me to be a sadistic writer
Highly gifted freedom