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lirik lagu simonisarapper - a 15 year old's requiem

[verse 1]
all of your actions led to devastating consequences
conscious pensive constant lessons to overrule your con sequences
call it senseless, i’m confessin’ questions askin’ consec: “whence is
your mind?” since your dog dies, want attention for more seconds
so others check it, check it but only i recollect it
whilst you made a fake depression and the noose neck it, neck it
naked but no truth was naked, faked it and i blatantly facеd it
always aware, i embraced it, starе in placement, sick, deranged and
patient and calculating, racin’, pacin’ a conscious patent
with no plaintiff, no conscience arrangement just constant abrasion
of relations seekin’ a “normal” path, eden i was chasin’
but there’s no eden for normopathy then that seeks relatin’
just fastened a passion for social depressive inaction
excuses of sadness that passes fake stories for dull empathics
’bout bein’ stabbed in the back with hyperbolics in action
in ashes, in acid, enactin’ in actin’ that i’m traumatic
outcasted and passive but assassin with lavish mind grapplin’
outlastin’ famas’, whip lashes with sanctions ’cause i’m saddened
ramblin’, rappin’ and wrappin’ attacks through lyrical compassion
with shrapnel packets, dismantlin’ masses ’til my image is tragic
dramatic, emphatic on it being that bl~~dy drastic, but it’s plastic
and plastic sharpens, hardens ’til it’s inelastic
cataclastic, then rapid comes an attached massive tragic fashion
trashin’ and thrashin’ violent false psychotic passion
what’s fake becomes real as the consequential repercussion
with unsound percussions makin’ the mind a reaper cushion
reaper’s cussin’ to reap your cousins, wishin’ you’d reap your kush in
repeatin’ appearin’ psychotic blood plots ’til you get a concussion

[verse 2]
i picked a tick to the tickin’ time bomb
i’m the connoisseur of my past, no alarm
d~day with kamikazes and atomic bomb arms
it comes with callous songs with 3 ds on the run
“disappointment” to coin a diss ointment on ego
givin’ a kid a diss appointment and me placebos
plus ego, a cheat code for the lil’ niño chico
but this niño ain’t so niño since he got people
under his arm, his palm like they orangutans
while he rang you tongs with 3 different songs ’bout mega dons
megalodons ‘gainst “dead p~wn”, so op is dead, gone
it’s on, to cool the kid’s body and get his blood drawn
a blunt trauma that sung karma, plot armoured hypocrite farmer
but 5 years later i’m a disarmer of 3 tsar bombas
by a prima donna who ate hard beats like dahmer
not dumber, planned, never caught, goat disguised as a llama
made a song “bruised”, sneak dissin’ to get snakes hissin’
alt makes the pot sizzlin’, prior, first verse was written
then “renegade” dissed him, now second verse ‘pletes the mission
with titular incisions, circular precision, intrinsic riskin’
insistin’ status, after, active stalkin’ with malice
kid’s lyrics seem to be callous, i drink from no chalice
to make the second d from a potential fallacy
rappin’ ’bout rafiq, my blood rallied and seethed
then “dead p~wn” gets dropped, falls, to beckon “defeat”
the excuse bein’ the bleedin’ mc ‘rafiq’ dissed oc
oh see, please see, aged 15 mastermind before he
how could the kid win if i already done planned his defeat?

[chorus]
wanna, wanna
this is the realest
wanna be understood
wanna be listened
wanna, wanna
this is the ceilin’
wanna go higher
above the feelin’
wanna, wanna (to the end)
this is the realest (i’m livin’)
wanna be understood (’til the end)
wanna be listened (i’m singin’)
wanna, wanna (to the end)
this is the ceilin’ (i’m livin’)
wanna go higher (’til the end)
above the feelin’ (i’m singin’)
wanna, wanna (yeah, ay)
this is the realest
wanna be understood (yeah, ay)
wanna be listened
wanna, wanna (yeah, ay)
this is the ceilin’
wanna go higher (yeah, ay)
above the feelin’

[verse 3]
15 year old on the road to go be the g.o.a.t
a clinical untouchable eternal foe, a pinnacle
so cold with no reachable soul, no need for gold
or coals to create his own self mythos, oh… oh
in difference with him, i seek no dollar sign
money don’t touch my kind, don’t blind, don’t align a line
parallel to any of my lines, it’s fine, no cosine
or co~sign to any labels ’cause i’m malign
only money in need is to tell my parents to leave me be
in peace, music’s a thesis to be for my g~nius deeds
ing~nius indeed, ingenuity, engine you eat he
who sustains your greed, the engine bein’ the needy me
needin’ a feedin’, a stomach eatin’, heart beatin’, a beatin’
as a greetin’ leavin’ the cheatin’ kid uneven and seated
in eden, since he needed a bleedin’ beatin’ to be sane, the heathen
what treason. in seethin’ he learned each season, seizin’ and ceasin’
readin’, needin’, keepin’ a key end, dreamin’ and then lost empathy
since the more he’ll see, he’ll see no moral’s, see?
and lose normalcy, not wantin’ to feed, drink, breathe nor mull, see
five years later, i’m pretty you sure you can tell i’m normal, see?
f~ck carin’ ’bout mumble, hip~hop, rap, words that fumble
music’s ’bout bein’ me, not the deceased culture that crumbled
with trouble since one day, be it next year or a decade
or a century with pleasantry, someone will be there to
rap better, rhyme better, sing better, flow better
cap better, tell better, f~ck all these future betters
i’ll make art, a letter so absolute, it won’t ever
be absolved, you can never surpass true endeavour
call it an unseverable rule, inseparable too from one who
is an irreperable youth, an unstoppable coup
callin’ for honesty to choose, a burden of proof embedded in this fool
with an incentive to fuel the mind who is both beauty and cruel

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