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And it’s a Game of Clones I’m trying to break the mold 'Cause I feel like I’m just out here on my own All these bars bout cussing emcees Identifying insecurities I never thought the game was in tune with that But it’s the new gen that wanna come though with that What they really gonna prove with that? They live for the hate and they move with that But humility is what maneuvers me And I'm pouring my soul in conclusive raps But I don't care if man wanna hurt me 'cause I'm walking my path on my journey And internally I'm so torturous I have doubts will I ever feel worthy? Will I ever feel certy? Nah Keyboard warriors qwerty Type bare shit on a Facebook page But they never get booked man I’m calling em work-free But listen, I’m going back to the real shit Manipulating my lexicon is what helps me drive for the realness I don’t give a fuck if these guys wanna fight me Letras de cancionesLyrically or physically Simple schemes and rhyming ability Same old clones and same negativity But I don’t wanna hate on that Got respect for the game man I’m stating that If these guys wanna flex that’s amazing that We should all be supporting the wave on tracks but still Some minds they operate differently Back to the bars bout life and the music It’s live while these MCs take themselves literally Draw for the soy cause you’re of your noodle Friday night, wine and bugle Between the sheets it’s getting brutal This time in our life’s so crucial This time’s supposed to be fruitful But our days are spent in hazy states And arguments it ain’t useful Like Angela Merkel I’ve come full circle On promises that I’ve made I don’t wanna look back I don’t wanna see that Par for the course you know you don’t play I’m feeling like I got done And I’m feeling like I’ve been torn up With every diss under the sun Don't really wanna test it 'cause my 3rd eye's saying that I get this I want out of here I don't like this place I need a referendum like Brexit Spilling milk I ain’t Nesquik All these things you neglected Na na na na na you can’t talk me round I can’t accept it Man I’ve got my zoot I’ve got my brandy and that’s my loot Narcotic ways to brighter days Combine my metaphors like a harvester Sick of charming ya 'Cause you’re the crop It’s like i’m farming ya When you’re acting up I’m sick of guarding ya And that’s the truth And I’m lost, in the music, man i’m working Building bridges supporting guys who ain’t earning Up and comers we’re learning And it’s a Game of Clones I’m trying break the mold 'Cause I feel like I’m just out here on my own When I’m coming for the money I don’t send the bailiffs, I use this metaphor 'cause everyone thinks I’m a sadist Not used to fixing things the kind of engineer that breaks it Oh fuck it I’ll just puf my zoot tonight I’m getting faded But Mary Jane can leave you feeling vacant I feel fatigued for all this time I’m spending being hated And I’m jaded, in the dance you know i just fake it 'cause trust me in my house, yeah I never felt that I made it Mi casa era tu casa But you’re fraudulent like Blatter You speak in subtle whispers whilst you hide behind your stature Spread your wings you always said that was your mantra You were my butterfly you flew around I tried to catch ya On the microphone I feel bless I take these words from my chest All these murder bars I don’t rep Okay just 'cause I ain’t taking your threats Doesn’t really mean that I don’t wanna flex Don’t wanna let you blackmail me with sex Back to the root and the square of the set And I’m isolated So I still need to get my end away And I see some chick who’s safe to say Will satisfy my urge on the best of days But that’s hurting you, I’m aware of that I take care of that I don’t shove it in your face like a daring clap Bluetooth souls I’m pairing that I’m aware of facts I never for take for granted our journey map Only speaking the truth in quirky raps, reconciling? Yeah I’ve heard of that, I’ma work on that Can’t have distractions to my train it’s early on the track Adventure’s ended we’re re-invented Change implemented girl that’s a rap And I’m lost, in the music, man i’m working Building bridges supporting guys who ain’t earning Up and comers we’re learning And it’s a Game of Clones I’m trying break the mold From Letras Mania