Mr. KA - Dirt Road (Beat)
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Lyrics
I'm poorin insecurities like a glass lemonade……
On a hot summer day, n I ain’t asked you ta pay//
Just ta loose the little face that I may have wit you//
I'd rather have that than misuse truth in the booth//
Suppose you can’t all too much of that face//
If the face was raped, scraped, erased n replaced//
Six million dollar man, wit a twelve dollar budget//
Pieces fit together but, the engineer said fuck it//
Takin out a cigarette n I inhale my relief//
Euphoria’s only form ‘for I fail ta defeat//
A single piece of grief that I been keepin tucked deep//
'Less I'm speakin on beats where I'm still seemin fucked meek//
You ask me ta start a life, well I have no innocence//
N look as dead on the outer as inners interest//
Swimmin in the shallow end wit my feet above the surface//
Never settin foot in safe waters gainin a purpose//
*Hook*
You love me or you hate it, it really doesn't matter//
Cuz everything you say ta me, eventually I will shatter//
Fuck me up n kiss me, n always try ta ditch me//
Push me till I break, now ya futures gettin iffy//
*End Hook*
My bodys a vessel ta nestle evident pain//
While I wrestle the peddle for all the relevant change//
It’s a hell of a game, but ain’t a game in the least//
Takin shells ta the brain ta be sustainin the peace//
Put on a chain on the beast, or the tourniquets emerge//
Where words get reversed, rewound n set ta burst//
But first focus I work doses of worse notions inta jerks posin....
Now just come ta get cha ya fuckin purse stolen//
I'll burst open perverse notions n then smirk knowin//
The first chosen is worth chokin wit ma nerves smokin//
Berzerk goins' just one part a life//
N I'll be goddamned if that part doesn't ignite//
Cuz sumin ain't right if life didn't make a masterpiece//
Of grief in jagged teeth steady ready ta eat//
Steady the meat, shackle arms straight down ta the dirt//
Get torn apart till remains look like pounds a the earth//
*Hook x2*
*End Hook*
I’ll break you in like a glove or a virgin, cuz its all the same//
Either way my hand is in you, sendin tingles ta ya brain//
Cuz I contain a strain of pain that everyone acclaims//
N I’ll remain distained just ta say I’ve never changed//
Or ta rearrange the strange names that I have attained//
From the pain that I aim in the name of my reign//
I’m not the same as every prick wit a mic//
That’s why I don’t put out a track for every spit that I write//
Its so simplistic ta be gifted n get lifted wit some business//
That you scribblin on ya pad but yur visions never different//
I’ll become a livin legend before I’m a dyin breed//
While most rap is like havin Hellen Keller try n read//
You can go dial me 1-800 suck my cock//
Could give a fuck less if you likin me or not//
That’s not the fuckin point, I just hope you can relate//
Ta the hate I’ve ingrained ta sustain just why I came//
*Hook x2*
*End Hook*