Takeaway (freeverse)

I've given nothing but respect khudse kisi ko bataya nahi Kar raha tha jo feel tujhe kabhi wo jataya nahi Jatane jab gaya mera pen hua block A 'No' wouldn't have hurt but what the fuck Yeah I dropped the song because you lost the worth So much so that I felt guilty for the birth Of adoration in my mind for you guess there will always be dearth Of people to look upto even if I dig the fucking earth I found only few I could get along with In my whole nineteen years most of them peeled off like pith But FYI I feel I'm the first to do everything Since ten raised to two if you multiply crith With and please the more you wait the better you get is a myth If I take more of this crap MDD will start to show One twenty milligram levomilinacipran, jalousie low Switch piece of my mind to peace of my mind wasn't that drowsy, slow Hit rock bottom but you can still look up to me, it's a plateau When I write sensible stuff, dhyan se na koi padhe Bole tu bante kyu hai mar rha itne bade Bakchodi kari jab shuru sabke kaan khade I can murder everything until there no longer a day Khair bakchodi ho ya ho skill main hoon tujhse aage Tu hai agar professor to main HOD Bage When subjected to subjects, subjection mera jaage Fir main kholun rhymes ki peti jaise dhoni khole dhaage Maine kiya har time compromise teri badli nahi taste Na khaaya pura din kuch mera birthday hogaya waste Monopoly chali jaa rhi ni matlab main toh chutiya hoon Last minute decision badla my talent was disgraced Mera mic use ho jaata to na yeh abuse hota Rap hota rap na spce ka news hota Folks you would wonder ye sab hua kyon its because What I was serious about wasn't taken seriously though Mic chahiye the paanch but hame mile sirf do Problem wasn't we had it or not but problem was where's the Rationality in not letting me use my own mic although More absurd is saying why complicate things And how the fuck it would ruin performance no one could really know Cause I'm safe to say them newbies, couldn't grasp what mic less chorus means Given all the conditions I wasn't really up for the show If I were to lick ass for authority I won't be fighting back I've got nothing to loose but I still must be writing at Love, Inspiration, life from grave to the cradle Supposedly should be the saddle I'm riding at dawg If I don't spreak through my music I might end up talking to walls How do I rise to death, without the wings I'll fly through it all Got on the precipice, land on frozen ice as I fall So when I'm back on the mic again, I'll stand twice as tall I'm caring less about who's singing better, who's out to outwit me I wanna recite a parable that will hit others as well as hit me On emotional level, if my words could have spoke, they would say - stories have knit me I don't give my damn call me beaver My flow flows so smooth like a river My fans love them to the moon and the back Those who scream, "Whack !", suck my cantilever You throw hate I bounce back perfectly elastic collision Was it for me exclusively, cause in eye, you got a lesion But I can see where I am going cause I have pro vision Those who seek the same guys you should know - what Those who take shit on you now Gather like sheep when you blow They will laugh hard when you fall And ask to beg for a tow But I'm farming a land Hardwork is seed that I sow Man I ran out of my tools Damn I'm missing some hoes Choose to sleep on the rock When they grab a pillow You have to take some big Ls Be steady even if slow Green from me, I'm blowing trumpet if you wanna battle Till a bunch of you are going wiggle waggle I'm king cobra, hit your nerves catch you slithering, cause you rattled For both of us for last time, I'll allow the prattle