Sage Francis - Cheat Code(Explicit)
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[00:02.490]I talk a lot of s**t but I can back it all the f**k up
[00:04.890]I don' talk about it really but I'm still the illest
[00:07.260]Still the baddest
[00:07.980]Bless the apparatus I got silverback gorilla status
[00:10.770]I pull the one red string that runs through your mattress
[00:13.350]And make your bed springs sing a song of sadness
[00:15.510]Sad sack of s**t pack your things and go
[00:17.610]I'm hopping freight trains with nothing but a bindle
[00:20.040]No hobo
[00:20.670]Little homie said ''YOLO'' no props
[00:23.340]I photobomb your photo ops busting out the robocop
[00:26.340]Teach me how to dougie kid I'd rather do the knowledge
[00:28.470]Now go home and get your shine box you got a couple shoes to polish
[00:31.410]Undergrad this ain't no humblebrag
[00:33.540]I've sung one too many Johnny come latelies now baby come to dad
[00:37.140]Cause he don't need no cheat code to go beast mode
[00:41.310]All he really needs is a M I C to freak flow
[00:44.280]I talk a lot of s**t but I can back it all the f**k up
[00:46.530]I'm a runner up if I'm not top billing I'm show stealing
[00:49.590]Sistine Chapel vandal type tag the whole ceiling
[00:52.230]Sick of hearing rap with no feeling
[00:54.090]Sick of trauma p**n addicts thinking they're poets that's not soul bearing
[00:57.420]Break yourself fix your face
[00:59.310]My heartbeat breaks the 808's now update your database
[01:02.250]So many Roc Raida tapes not enough functional dual cassette decks
[01:06.000]Who will you sweat next
[01:07.260]Stupid I maneuver through a school full of rednecks
[01:09.600]Some people I was cool with despite a few death threats
[01:12.330]Sacrificed a social life food and some rent checks
[01:14.880]So I can grab a mic where the hell ever I like and catch wreck
[01:17.970]Yeah I've got swung on from time to time
[01:20.070]Been cornered in some clubs just for speaking my mind
[01:22.470]Mental midgets couldn't come up with the lyrics and rhymes
[01:25.080]Now I'm back popping more s**t than ever and I'm fine
[01:28.500]Find me if you need me son I'm easy to locate
[01:31.200]You finally gon' feed me then I'm eating that whole cake
[01:33.720]Got license in movies and TV that's so great
[01:36.300]Don't break your coke nail trying to throw weight okay
[01:39.660]Curb stomp your enthusiasm
[01:41.370]Don't expect resolutions just cause every movie has 'em
[01:43.980]Don't expect revolution from the music
[01:45.930]That is solely created for the sake of booty clapping
[01:48.690]Fool keep rapping
[01:49.740]Release the kraken beat back the back beat
[01:52.080]Planning instrumentals running my mouth at the track meet
[01:54.630]My victory lap shows no mercy in this dojo
[01:57.210]Spinning back kick the Willie Bobo
[01:59.100]Sweep the head breaking bread with the best of 'em
[02:01.860]Crumbs are left under the table for the rest of 'em
[02:04.470]I don't speak in metaphysics cause I'm not a metaphysicist
[02:07.530]I'll diss the living s**t out of these so called lyricists
[02:10.110]F**k y'all
[02:16.890]Y'll don't like it kiss my a*s you don't like it this my house
[02:21.300]'Cause we don't need no cheat codes to go beast mode
[02:25.440]All he really needs is a M I C to freak flow
[02:30.690]Excuse me for having ethics I don't eff with little toys
[02:33.660]I learned to scratch on phonographs
[02:36.270]A killjoy crying over spilled soy milk
[02:38.970]I destroy the s**t brick house that you droids built
[02:41.970]You walk tall 'til I kick out your stilts
[02:44.190]Buff 'til I call your bluff and pull up your kilt
[02:47.250]You've been padding your resume
[02:48.930]While I've been rhyming about life like I'm rapping my death away
[02:51.960]Stay well composed figuratively literally
[02:54.630]They prefer a hashtag to metaphor simile
[02:57.270]Brag rap to poetry backtrack to symphony
[02:59.790]Sweet talk the sour puss press and push bitterly
[03:02.610]The kids are getting degraded they ain't diminish me
[03:05.100]Oh uh but they prefer the skinny me
[03:07.200]I'm an emotional leader of the emcees who sit in salt
[03:10.110]F**k being complicated Uncle Sage is difficult
[03:12.690]It's a cult of personality stuck in a false reality
[03:15.360]It's all a bunch of mall punk and dance club rap to me
[03:18.090]Swagger jacking black cracker battle rap is gone minstrel
[03:21.090]Born on third base acting like they hit a triple
[03:23.610]With a wiffleball bat walking pretty talking pretty
[03:26.430]With no act in fact it's all theory
[03:28.470]I promised you death threats don't actually kill me
[03:30.960]But bite my dog I'mma scratch your kitty
[03:33.360]It's like that y'all it's like that y'all
[03:35.970]It's like that that that it's like that y'all
[03:38.580]It's like that y'all it's like that y'all
[03:41.130]It's like that that that it's like that y'all
[03:43.680]Talk s**t
文本歌词
I talk a lot of s**t but I can back it all the f**k up
I don' talk about it really but I'm still the illest
Still the baddest
Bless the apparatus I got silverback gorilla status
I pull the one red string that runs through your mattress
And make your bed springs sing a song of sadness
Sad sack of s**t pack your things and go
I'm hopping freight trains with nothing but a bindle
No hobo
Little homie said ''YOLO'' no props
I photobomb your photo ops busting out the robocop
Teach me how to dougie kid I'd rather do the knowledge
Now go home and get your shine box you got a couple shoes to polish
Undergrad this ain't no humblebrag
I've sung one too many Johnny come latelies now baby come to dad
Cause he don't need no cheat code to go beast mode
All he really needs is a M I C to freak flow
I talk a lot of s**t but I can back it all the f**k up
I'm a runner up if I'm not top billing I'm show stealing
Sistine Chapel vandal type tag the whole ceiling
Sick of hearing rap with no feeling
Sick of trauma p**n addicts thinking they're poets that's not soul bearing
Break yourself fix your face
My heartbeat breaks the 808's now update your database
So many Roc Raida tapes not enough functional dual cassette decks
Who will you sweat next
Stupid I maneuver through a school full of rednecks
Some people I was cool with despite a few death threats
Sacrificed a social life food and some rent checks
So I can grab a mic where the hell ever I like and catch wreck
Yeah I've got swung on from time to time
Been cornered in some clubs just for speaking my mind
Mental midgets couldn't come up with the lyrics and rhymes
Now I'm back popping more s**t than ever and I'm fine
Find me if you need me son I'm easy to locate
You finally gon' feed me then I'm eating that whole cake
Got license in movies and TV that's so great
Don't break your coke nail trying to throw weight okay
Curb stomp your enthusiasm
Don't expect resolutions just cause every movie has 'em
Don't expect revolution from the music
That is solely created for the sake of booty clapping
Fool keep rapping
Release the kraken beat back the back beat
Planning instrumentals running my mouth at the track meet
My victory lap shows no mercy in this dojo
Spinning back kick the Willie Bobo
Sweep the head breaking bread with the best of 'em
Crumbs are left under the table for the rest of 'em
I don't speak in metaphysics cause I'm not a metaphysicist
I'll diss the living s**t out of these so called lyricists
F**k y'all
Y'll don't like it kiss my a*s you don't like it this my house
'Cause we don't need no cheat codes to go beast mode
All he really needs is a M I C to freak flow
Excuse me for having ethics I don't eff with little toys
I learned to scratch on phonographs
A killjoy crying over spilled soy milk
I destroy the s**t brick house that you droids built
You walk tall 'til I kick out your stilts
Buff 'til I call your bluff and pull up your kilt
You've been padding your resume
While I've been rhyming about life like I'm rapping my death away
Stay well composed figuratively literally
They prefer a hashtag to metaphor simile
Brag rap to poetry backtrack to symphony
Sweet talk the sour puss press and push bitterly
The kids are getting degraded they ain't diminish me
Oh uh but they prefer the skinny me
I'm an emotional leader of the emcees who sit in salt
F**k being complicated Uncle Sage is difficult
It's a cult of personality stuck in a false reality
It's all a bunch of mall punk and dance club rap to me
Swagger jacking black cracker battle rap is gone minstrel
Born on third base acting like they hit a triple
With a wiffleball bat walking pretty talking pretty
With no act in fact it's all theory
I promised you death threats don't actually kill me
But bite my dog I'mma scratch your kitty
It's like that y'all it's like that y'all
It's like that that that it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all it's like that y'all
It's like that that that it's like that y'all
Talk s**t