lirik lagu ethan bence – hardcore
[verse]
it’s practice what you preach, but i’m just preaching for some practice
i’m reaching, the real ethan’s a deacon above a pasture
i’m leading lambs and living life, letting loose a little, christ
the lewd music’s the muse in which i view through it
i spew stupid but spit smart and puke lucid
you say you starting trends, dog that’s what i’ve been doing
illegal art in the meanest part of the meat department
the beast is starving, i’m leashed and i feed on rapper’s organs
release the harness i harbor the hottest heat in august
i’m caesar with the green, salad’s only thing you’re tossing
you wanna play fam, fine, then it’s game on
money over b-tches, missionary with my chain on, yea
so they talk about the hardest flow
i’m on my way to h-ll, i’m just grateful i don’t got far to go
brain waves like an auditory mixed puzzle
lyrics felt without control-p, like a d-ck muscle
you’re style’s a self-personal foul, you played out
word up, or you’ll get wet up with verbs and straight shred up
i don’t need a back pat to spit up the sickest venom
i mentally rip ’em with minimum writtens and militant rhythm
the sentence a sentence so a mention’s a menace
i’ll defend this from venice to venice, my will is definite
i’ll finish an infinite wish within and less than a minute
you were saying life’s a b-tch before she gives you the lemons
so let’s quit with the sh-tty gibberish though i pity the timid
i mention seven inches, chickens get with the digits
it’s a revision to my vision, now the limit is missing
and i just double 20/20 so pitch in if you’re with it
cause the blueprint’s the new tint, jay’s roc is school then
that’s jack black meets wack rap meets cl-ss act, so who’s in?
i meet pops after making sheets rock
she don’t even know i rap, and i still find a way to beat box, i
slaughter goats and bag models in coach
shoot the breeze and make more ladies’ knees drop than the pope
the answer’s no, i don’t smoke
if i lit, it would be lights out
i don’t think you get it, if eyelid, it would be lights out, look
if you listen you can figure what the hype’s bout
i’m at the fork and went left, i know i picked the right route
the stupid new school, they say it’s all about the present
testing losing sk!ll, guess i still couldn’t learn to lessen
lot of rappers talking flipping cake and making dollars
never moved a pound, only looked, they’re some weight watchers
now i switch it up, you’re a lame, dog, give it up
slap your b-tch’s bottom, she gives top, i don’t give a f-ck
leave you bruised up, what? you said you do what?
type of student to be homeschooled and shoot the school up
it’s just a joke folks!
i’m just a poet speaking dope quotes
music is my business, but i never f-ck with low notes
tried and true, i use lead like rider’s do
and do a drive-by on deebo riding a tricycle
you’re like a ho, bruh, only rap cause spitting pays
and if you never play the game, it simply means you’re getting played
it’s outspoken, speech done so what you want?
ask your girl, she’ll tell you her kitty got my tongue
shhhhh
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