Power
Agression type song self doubt anxiousness knowing you are great but trying to prove it to everyone else Real hip hop
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power what the fuck is power
I'm sitting down in the shower plotting how to obtain all this power
same ones who used to laugh same ones sniffing my flowers
shit ain't always sunny just ask special agent jack bauer
i'm presenting the game like matt lauer
fronting my super powers showing up everyday similar to trevor noah
my bars full of double entendres tryna catch em like ash ketchum
certify myself as a rap legend
went to the suit shop the tailor tryna take my measurements
and it takes a second
till his brain sparks he concludes you cant fit my heart in a xxxl suit jacket
my scheming goes deep within the fabrics shutting up all these rap gimmicks
bunch of xanax sticklers comeback to start my business
own all the percentages used to live in fear
of not being bold enough with the penmanship
fixed them thoughts how 100 something exchanges of fisticuffs
walking to the twin mountain peaks
hang myself over the edge pretending like its the return of simba
still not impacting they conversations about to start yelling timber
im going to the top till im jumping out of bed
when im 90 with 180 racks and own 2 pet cats both named steve and a condo with twin pools
hook
you dont wanna see the team i brought with me
you dont wanna see the team i brought with me
bringing soldiors out the mud my heart remaining colder, not fucking with drugs no more
1 bitch fucking her different ways no more tomfoolery lets see if they like the new me
dressed in all black why your eyes still locked onto me like missiles be
my drip frosty fogging up windows screens hearing bitches screaming in my dreams like old school horror scenes,
sitting in a dentist chair rick flair chops to the face teeth pulled out with plyers
paying policemen off like a high flyer stay dirtier than a bunch of pirates look
lime and basil my favourite candle smell formally used to dwell on my problems
need to throw em aside like speeding cautions in the fire pit
imprinting my teeth marks in the game on my lion shit
jaws clenching on the memory foam mattress shit
dont wanna be snobby just fuck actresses
respect my grind like a deep space asteroid collisions
N stay spitting like harry kane
never here for the fame haters can hate im just tryna infiltrate the game and rob you like former broke criminals
whose retrained as a locksmith
got they mouth wide open when i stop to spit
the re shut with coconut crab claws used to fuck around with bath salts
now stay inside writing mad bars till my tongue crossing over lines like chris paul
© Matthew Seabourne 2021
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