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that iron 

Critics keep talking I ain’t pay no mind 
Got out the streets was losing mind
Dog eat dog world I’m taking what’s mine
The love that I give

the bigots
And brainwashed children in society
Believing the critics
Killing, living in a sin
And sittin' in a cell in prison
Lacking of independent thinking

critics som har sagt at uhh dere er så kvinnefiendtlige
Well you know we love them hoes mayne
Oh yeah
Beezy Mac
Playboy Foundation
2005
Still Putter Det Ned

a critic, you're the voice of your father
Do you feel the guilt? Or are you bothered?
I've become bitter now, so I'll stay mad
I'll lay in dirty sheets,

Look, when your fantasies hit reality
When fans become critics
Analytics predict your salaries
Sick of all the analogies, the fallacies
Niggas online

an illusion
I thought I knew what life should be
It's an illusion, just an illusion

When critics crucify your latest show
(Babe, want you, my love, babe, I

ain't a surgeon
My brain been sick as fuck I
Bet I'm stuck to dating nurses
I'll tell a critic suck a dick
Until it makes the thirst quench
While you was

rise up, Y'all are fallen
Minimize Papa, Ali I'm Muhammad, hit a grind
Having a critic picking apart a fuckin'
Lyric that can't spit a rhyme
Y'all can

and
Think they know the topic
Girls, money, guns, and a load of boxes
Cah it's been that and soon be
What it used to be
When I get these critics to get used

wobble
Watch how they shake and drop it
Cop it, if it's MC's on the topic
Negros believe I'm a prophet
Critics agree but they knock it
Till I put g's in

money in my clothes (oh)
Look at how I roll so on truth no actor
(no) , just a real nigga
Never said I was a rapper (no)
Critics see the d the
Single

probably get off my

House party where they pass the AUX
Faces change when my song come on
Everyone a critic when you poppin' off
Advice that you give

night philosophizing
The world spins, my mind spins in the midst
I'm in the trenches fighting spirit's
Fighting critics defy them yeah
Needless to speak

Bitch you sold your soul now
You tryna get a refund
Hey Mr critic you created a monster
In my head i'm a double entendre, am I dead?
Please let me know

That you never let it go
You make a wrong move
You're like a costume
They make it fit
cnd then the critics 
Leave you rotting alone

I've been finding

a bride, I got a judge and critic
The voice still lingers, I deny the psychoanalytic diatribes

Be gone, haunt me nevermore
I'm exorcising these new demons

of licks
So never listen to the owl
Don't listen to the pundit's
The haters or the critics
You can suck my di-dick
Take a leap at Chappaquiddick

the roads slow but
Your ready to kill me
Cause I feel that same pain
Hear the lyrics I'm spittin?
Critics ask why I don't smile
They gotta be kiddin
Little

someone's candles
Whispers under handed
Jealous wishes in the dark but I'm not
And I could be the critic
With judgement in my eyes
Sat on nothing but

you don't reach no cover
You get tucked in
Looking through my database
I think I got enough BINs
When the critics label me the GOAT
Is when I give it up

you roam while I'm home
And I'm not with it
You can pop this shit watch
Me suck another critic that brother did it
Broke through with a new speak
That

it go make all these blogs and critics
Feel the young nigga flow
The floor plan, left on the ground
Is where I drew it
I guess these the same grounds

home, Sunday morning
And I dress up Sunday morning
I'm on my business, small town critics
The first to cast a stone
But we all got our own demons

sorry

And they say you miss all of the
Shots that you don't ever take
So I've been photographing every moment
Spent while I'm awake
I'm a critic, my