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That my steel`d sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others` voices, that my adder`s sense
To critic

shots
You're taking selfies on your bedside

Still these critics ain’t giving me probs no
Wanna get ride of me you can stuck bro
They said I must be

turn up is seeing people run down
It's messed up but I don't see no one react oh boy
Music critics saying gimme substance
Abeg abeg jor who that one epp

to drank to 
I'm on some astrological physics 
I'm trying to rise to planes designed 
With lyrics that even puzzle the critics 
Stretch it so long 
That they

to me
Nothing comforts me
You are your own worst critic

knows I'm a get it 
Mother fuck all the critics 
We cutting them short like midgets and redefining the limits 
We go 
Word to Sonny, we never wanna be

look kinda bad 
The hateful critics secretly love you to them 
I don't care about your feedback (what) 
We too focused looking down the road 
It's

these critics
You are meant to be great
My family gat me so me and these haters can never relate

Now we making cheddar cox my Oluwa lo gat me
Haters keep

soaring in a cage
You'll never master your craft if you're a slave
Oh no, you'll never see your dreams if yuh nuh brave
That's why you never see the critics

Hook: Method Man sample x4
Eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
Talk about it while I live it

Verse 1: Chuck Strangers
I break hearts,

had changed round
Couch critics call the shots now? Hold it, stop now
You're fucking kidding right? Y'all turn a blip into a crisis
We good, all I

always with it
Yeah I'm loved but it's always critics
Cut the bull, my skin, no gimmicks
I ain't really worried being photogenic (on me)
Feeling like

in this network like CBS
Critics is stressed that they see too much of me
It's troublesome 2012 when my album hits the streets
In every bar, I will

stay until you get it 
Block out all the critics 
Gotta remain consistant
Whatever you start you finish
Stay down so you start winning 
I swear this just

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

I don't need a critic to tell me they with it
I know all of my styles be hitting
You so worked up over the women
Just know they don't want you when

changed like plans
Same critics will always pan
But i put that finger in their face screaming
I started from the bottom on my own (Oh-eyo)
ID distorted

a scapegoat ladder, steps on their backs for answers
Critics are marked sore losers, when he becomes the winner
Destiny dreams salvations, raises his arm in

never listen to these critics who keep telling me 
That I will never Make It coz I'm tired of having that Conversation
Lemme fucken show them that they're

and all do pass;
When Art turns into Critic and
Crawls right up its own arse;

When workers are invisible –
Banned – banished – despised;
And finally we

the critics soften
Nonetheless you've won their hearts
How can we begin to
Appreciate the work that you've put into
Your calling through the years
The blood,

the mind fuck the critics and what they adsume
Sweeping up my past and my demons bitch i need a broom
Music came a destined of my own never silver spooned

this mic contact
Critics can step back and analize
I energise with cosmic rays of days

Heaven only knows
Cuz I don't understand (don't understand)
Won't

The judgment, the jealousy, still I'm not scared
I'm focused, determined, I'm ready to win
The critics I see, won't doubt me again
Darkness is gone, I'm ready