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Forgive me for not knowing how yo do mirror vids but Qali's new single dropped and surprise its a mix of conspiracy stuff and him rapping about how hard work is at the gas station.
For a guy who hates mumble rappers with totally-not-racist intensity, his idiotic word salads are so inarticulate.
I'll do my best, but I can't even make out the first fucking words, I'm just writing them as best as I can hear them:
Maybe I been slapping
Take a fat leads over those
who were laughing
at me
"Jack, what does that mean?"
I been overlapping
As passing those whack teens
They distracting in my taxi
never had the drive
just chilling in the back seat
Tell me "Get a mask and a vaccine"
Tell me where does that lead
Tripping on the caffeine
No sleep too deep policy is new sheep
Doctor we would know by now
Goes around that comes around
Starting riots then get violence
Wonder why the peace ran down
Like, why are we not seeing this?
Living off a stimulus?
Don't get jobs and all is lost
And wonder who's gonna feed the kids
Don't understand we run our mouths
Sit there and pout bout things we could change
But we too burnt out cause you too proud to make money
Wrong, you scream and shout! (waah!)
There's no doubt that you think you a victim when you go without
Throw money in yo face
Now here's our drought
Allow me to explain so everyone knows
what I'm talking about
Yall get even wanna beaten the odds
Got a full time job
Just me and the squad
Working over time trying to be patient
At the gas station
Man, I feel amazing.
Y'all mean and I'm a'scream
But two faces
Don't phase us cuz
We serve a king who is too blameless
And the blood made me clean now I feel shameless
Now I feel weightless
Feel any pressure I'm a push on through it
Goin through the weather don't know how I do it
Just open on up
Let god speak through me
Then I pick it all up
Like y'all Ratatouille
Don't like what I say?
Go ahead boy sue me
Work every day
You'll never out do me
Get a camera okay turn my life to a movie
I pray, don't play
So you better listen to me
(Chorus)
Straight White Male? You're a Sexist Racist Homophobe!
You don't get opinions 'less you buying what the culture wrote
Wheelin with the guys who go to hell on a stripper pole
If you don't agree, that's a hate crime and unethical!
(Chorus end)
Rappers so lackin' they lackin' the meat
And sure they got the juice but I'll sauce my pizza
The game fine with that, trust me we don't need ya
DM me to tell me if you need a feature.
More than a rapper, I preach what I'm willin
I'm spittin the bars like tobacco from grisly (spit)
Haters they treat me like I'm someone villain
But I aint here rappin bout gangs dope dealin
I aint the best but I'm next, up
I aint come here to get checked, up
Hearin these rappers I'm fed, up
They dyin, OD'in, it's messed, up
Juicy was rappin bout all of his problems
And we all gone bumpin like "Oh yea I'm rockin this!"
Begging for help but we busy boppin this song that he wrote
About his suicidal-ness
Look at the running, scan the environment
Rappers are dying but we are supplying
And the money they use to go purchase the molly and codine
That sends them right over the top again
None of us care
We letem sit
"They gon wake up, tell us what they did."
Slave to the clout, chains and the whips.
Then when they die, we like "What's this!"
I'm shootin my shot
And I'm fading like Kobe
Yea you heard my name
But no you not know me
I'm sick of the phonies
Not here for the trophies
I just run it up uh because what god told me
People out here
Get mislead (what)
Take is as truth
It's all on the thread
"Who put that concept inside of your head?"
"Well I just go off what my media said!"
(Repeat Chorus)
Have any morals?
You are now canceled.
We killin off Christians
And dance on the Devil
The culture is twisted
It's worse than a pretzel
And I aint gonna sit here and hide in my temple
Comin for guns?
Okay that's fine.
I'll give em to you one shot at a time.
This aint just a rhyme
It's all in my mind
Just know that I warned you
I put up a sign
All of it's FACTS
You aint gonna read it
Cookin up BRECKS
You gettin heated
Handin out SLAPS
Trust me you need it
Listen to DEX
All you conceited
Don't want another sorry
I don't wanna hear you flap lips
Shoulda known we was comin
Gonna put a stop to this
I aint here for the fame
I aint tryin to top the lists
I just came here to try and put a stop to the apocalypse.
(end)
(Wow that was awful)
