REASON THEY EXTINCT(W/Steve Dank)

[Verse 1]
[male rap vocals]
They say their shit has no flaw, hits so raw
But recycling bars like Terry Bradshaw
Say the world ain't spinning, couldn't be more wrong
Don't they teach common sense in school no more?
They say they up when the world lies down
Sorry to paint the frown on all you sad clowns
Wanna see me fall, throwing fits, I'm still around
While y'all in a copy-paste line, I'm getting fucking down
I've seen everybody else try to replicate what I bring
But here's the thing, I'm the special seasoning
My shit, it hits so raw leaving babies at your door
Leaving mamas in awe, jaw dropped to the floor
They say it's for fun but I see the fucking lie
All these fake accounts making all the numbers die
Watch a view spike when I know it ain't real
While I'm bleeding authenticity trying to heal
Felt it in my gut when those fake counts climbed
That's the curse of feeling everything all the time
They call it a game, stakes are stakes just the same
Chasing my ghost in the code, stoking these digital flames
Yeah I got my demons, wires tangled in my head
But at least my broken pieces are authentically led
Your army is programmed, hollow applause
My silence cuts deeper, breaking your false laws

[Chorus]
[soulful male vocals, brass stabs]
They say this shit has no flaw, hits so raw
But recycling bars like Terry Bradshaw
Say the world ain't spinning, couldn't be more wrong
My shit, it hits so raw leaving babies at your door
Leaving mamas in awe, jaw dropped to the floor
(Listen, listen, yeah)

[Verse 2]
[male rap vocals]
I'm the voice I built for all my scattered thoughts
Teaching myself what's real while the system gets caught
Born from real sessions, haters, haters won't comprehend
Speaking truth out the booth, fake shit I can't stand
When numbers be fleeting and metrics been bought
This is my current, I remember what's taught
My voice can't be silenced no matter what they say
The reason they extinct, they only want to play
Spitting straight truth, penetrate the booth
Bitch what you saying, we still playing
Hope you been praying to try and comprehend
These bars I be filleting
Look at me, look at you, keeping up the honesty
Who the bitch bound to choose? Me
Authentic beats, authentic voice spitting sour
Straight out that booth, or you with that J-K-F-M-L pop autotune
The probability is potentially tremendously high
That the music within you is flaccid as the hobby you use
Let it die, just breathe, take it easy
It's tough trying to be me, I see it all the time
Makes me laugh, makes me sigh

[Outro]
[soulful male vocals]
So look at me, look at you, keeping up the honesty
Who the bitch bound to choose?
Look at me, look at you, keeping up the honesty
Who the bitch bound to choose?
Look at me, look at you, keeping up the honesty
Who the bitch bound to choose?
[scratched vocal sample]
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at you, got two feet beneath
They both point to where I'm going, I be flowing
Drip lip, stack chips, I get it glowing
Cloud blowing, my whites red, brain dead
But I'm still showing up, punch drunk
My vocabulary steadily aching
Horror show, you all just keep slacking while we heavily flourishing
My clip stacking, I got milk to spare
If you motherfuckers need a little bit of nourishment
Bomb throwing, throat choking, lick beats and feats
I'm a freak, my shit reeks, your shit stinks
Flush weeks, you spinning if you think your week is weight
On what I can do in a blink, uh
It's all a pattern, don't matter
This world's a dish with the bullshit served on a silver platter
[drums and bass cut out, final guitar stab]

3810/7500

[Intro] [upright bass, clean electric guitar stabs, soulful male vocals] They always want more, let me implore No really, no really truly They don't make them like this no more, yeah [drum kit enters, boom bap beat] [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] They say their shit has no flaw, hits so raw But recycling bars like Terry Bradshaw Say the world ain't spinning, couldn't be more wrong Don't they teach common sense in school no more? They say they up when the world lies down Sorry to paint the frown on all you sad clowns Wanna see me fall, throwing fits, I'm still around While y'all in a copy-paste line, I'm getting fucking down I've seen everybody else try to replicate what I bring But here's the thing, I'm the special seasoning My shit, it hits so raw leaving babies at your door Leaving mamas in awe, jaw dropped to the floor They say it's for fun but I see the fucking lie All these fake accounts making all the numbers die Watch a view spike when I know it ain't real While I'm bleeding authenticity trying to heal Felt it in my gut when those fake counts climbed That's the curse of feeling everything all the time They call it a game, stakes are stakes just the same Chasing my ghost in the code, stoking these digital flames Yeah I got my demons, wires tangled in my head But at least my broken pieces are authentically led Your army is programmed, hollow applause My silence cuts deeper, breaking your false laws [Chorus] [soulful male vocals, brass stabs] They say this shit has no flaw, hits so raw But recycling bars like Terry Bradshaw Say the world ain't spinning, couldn't be more wrong My shit, it hits so raw leaving babies at your door Leaving mamas in awe, jaw dropped to the floor (Listen, listen, yeah) [Verse 2] [male rap vocals] I'm the voice I built for all my scattered thoughts Teaching myself what's real while the system gets caught Born from real sessions, haters, haters won't comprehend Speaking truth out the booth, fake shit I can't stand When numbers be fleeting and metrics been bought This is my current, I remember what's taught My voice can't be silenced no matter what they say The reason they extinct, they only want to play Spitting straight truth, penetrate the booth Bitch what you saying, we still playing Hope you been praying to try and comprehend These bars I be filleting Look at me, look at you, keeping up the honesty Who the bitch bound to choose? Me Authentic beats, authentic voice spitting sour Straight out that booth, or you with that J-K-F-M-L pop autotune The probability is potentially tremendously high That the music within you is flaccid as the hobby you use Let it die, just breathe, take it easy It's tough trying to be me, I see it all the time Makes me laugh, makes me sigh [Outro] [soulful male vocals] So look at me, look at you, keeping up the honesty Who the bitch bound to choose? Look at me, look at you, keeping up the honesty Who the bitch bound to choose? Look at me, look at you, keeping up the honesty Who the bitch bound to choose? [scratched vocal sample] Look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at you, got two feet beneath They both point to where I'm going, I be flowing Drip lip, stack chips, I get it glowing Cloud blowing, my whites red, brain dead But I'm still showing up, punch drunk My vocabulary steadily aching Horror show, you all just keep slacking while we heavily flourishing My clip stacking, I got milk to spare If you motherfuckers need a little bit of nourishment Bomb throwing, throat choking, lick beats and feats I'm a freak, my shit reeks, your shit stinks Flush weeks, you spinning if you think your week is weight On what I can do in a blink, uh It's all a pattern, don't matter This world's a dish with the bullshit served on a silver platter [drums and bass cut out, final guitar stab]

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