Anth
Wondering To Myself
(Verse 1)
Man I'm out to shock, so tell me if you feel the static
Rap fanatic got more bars then the graphs in mathematics
I'm sick like the symptomatic
And I always had it
Poppin' pills by the tablet
Keep my habit up on average
Cus living life can be lavish
Reckless on the mic like Paul Abbott
And the beats I produce like cabbage
But I ain't nothing special, just another book upon the shelf
Sittin' in my room, wondering to myself like...
(Chorus)
Wondering to myself, what If I don't know what to write yo? (What if I don't know?)
Cus, if I don't know, then why am I still just spittin' flows? (Still just spittin' flows)
And, now I see myself, and I'm still going down that same road (Down that same road)
And, wondering to myself, if there's any other way I can go
(Verse 2)
See I'm tryna make it big with this life that I live but it's tough
Just chasing my rap dream but I'm still not fast enough
So sometimes I wanna give up
Not to much to put up
Until I step onto the track and see how much dust I can kick up but
Letras de cancionesWhat the fuck, man I'm tired of getting caught up whenever I get my priorities mixed up
And niggas like damn Anth, yo you is a fool
Just cus I spend more in the booth then I do at school
But its cool dawg
Never seem to have to worry
Greatest hands down like my name was six thirty
But hurry and please pass me the mic like it was contagious
Cus it's all entertainment, just depending how you paint
A lotta people say that I'm the sickest they've seen
It's just that a lotta local cats spittin' trash, I'm trying to Virginia clean
By all means
Just a human rap machine
Slash pedophile the way I rape these 16's (16 bars)
(Chorus)
Wondering to myself, what If I don't know what to write yo? (What if I don't know?)
Cus, if I don't know, then why am I still just spittin' flows (Still just spittin' flows)
And, now I see myself, and I'm still going down that same road (Down that same road)
And, wondering to myself, if there's any other way I can go
(Verse 3)
Yo I serenade the flows
To eliminate foes
That's how it goes
With a flow so pro
But unknown like a john doe
Whoa, words that I compose let my rhymes shine
Continue and orders rappers off the menu, now its time to dine
Hungry rapper, ha yeah, give me another plate
You hear the words my pen & pad create when they conjugate
Now the drums starting to beat something like your heart rate
And I'm smoking getting higher then any crime rate
Always gonna keep on makin' moves
Battles never will I lose
Show and prove
Till you see me on your television tube
Rhymes complex like rubix cube
To be rippin' up you faggot dudes
I'm feelin' on your bitches boobs
And I'll just blame it on the booze
I never gave a fuck
I'm sexing up a sexy slut
If I don't bust a nut, then the bitch is gonna take the bus
I'm puffin' on that skunk
Never packin' a pump
Rhymes that'll cut you up from the gut
Walking with a strut cus I'm a king like tut
(Chorus)
Wondering to myself, what If I don't know what to write yo? (What if I don't know?)
Cus, if I don't know, then why am I still just spittin' flows (Still just spittin' flows)
And, now I see myself, and I'm still going down that same road (Down that same road)
And, wondering to myself, if there's any other way I can go
(Thanks to Jackson for these lyrics)
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