Lyrics:
and stones breakbeats and bones
make fleets of clones, drop
Sway as I say an essay, will impress a critic
Critic the way I bring a flow, get it
I'm the dopest,
a critic's got it rough
And you're a real king mixer but it's my train mister
If you think that's all I've got
Well, you'll be beaten on down by Mersey sound
the weight of critics, judges, mentors
Falling off the cart, some sunlit, show-less, hapless town
In the winter, the van is quiet
And we're crowded
The pen
Pull out the thirty-eight, hold it to the crowd
And leave every critic's body that dissed me "Holier Than Thou"
Extinguish the hottest emcee's match
without me
So I'm going to see
What's been going on without me
Is my ex a film critic?
And now living as a nanny in manhattan
Hear this from me
without me
So I'm going to see
What's been going on without me
Is my ex a film critic?
And now living as a nanny in manhattan
Hear this from me
just tired of the critics who keep talking that bullshit
I was born like this with eyes like this
Teeth like this and thighs like this
A face like
Love isn't a word, but a kind of art
Critics will pick till it falls apart
I can't believe i swallowed your lie
It made me sick inside
Oh I, am
And cousin, that just fucked up my day
Driving down the block someone cut in my way
That shit went and fucked up my day
Rap critics, they always got something
like a shawl
I'm a winged creature, learned to crawl
Back to the arms of my suspicion
I walk along invisible rows
Filled with critics that agree
critics here this concentrated lyrics
That may finish you incomplete like Popeye
Without spinach beginners
Thinking you the winners and leaders
I'll kaffir
I'll always be my own worst critic.
The world exists and I'm just in it.
Find something good and mess it up,
Lie and say it just wasn't enough.
back when
For those critics, ya know he’s turned back the tide
Tho’ fashions may have just passed him by
Some are fading stars, on a downward slide
But
before I came a star nigga
I'm a street nigga born with the trap nigga
And my ex bitch became a critic now she dead nigga
Hit a hoe and I got ice spoilt
dawg
A bitch is my critic
A critic the bitch l'm hitting on
I'ma need more
Rock Ski slope
I just kilo
Hunnid kilos uh oh Mary Jane
I need the Mary Jane
life like I should
Now all the critics want to hit it
To Shit can how we did it
Just Because they don't get it
But I'll stay fitted
New era committed
Now
on defense defendin' my own name
Explainin' we're not the same
Not much that I can say, except I'm sick of it
Critics out only sparked up a flame, it's
this change, that is what they'll say
You'll be a victim of competition, you'll be an addict of recognition
Be no critic if you wanna live, don't be
weeds to grow
And if you ever get that far everyone's a critic of your every move
I used to find time to be defined by the public eye
Fuck it, I rose
both shows
Computer, cigarettes, photograph, pens and pencils
Pop-craving critics curving
A doctor tried to cure me of these shells
I stopped seeing him
But they pretend to be part of my social scenery
And hey maybe I'm a critic, a cynic
Or am I jaded? or am I afraid of it?
'Cause it's draggin' me
of this?
Did we turn you off? did we rub you the wrong way?
so glad you wrote us off, so glad you had the last say
Three cheers for Mr. critic!
Now,
My day was gray I said O.K.
The critic said
This music was a nice surprise
The critic said I did not expect to like these guys
And he said clever
and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
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