Kogz - Rappertag #14 | Season 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo, Kogz One Rappertag number I don't even fuckin' know Artos TPW F you all, forever underrated Shout outs to Smak for the tag You all been wonderin' where I been Yeah, yeah [Verse] Yo, I been stressin', I been gettin' lost in my confessions I got a lot of problems I should probably address But I bottle and forget and start swallowin' the next one I'm pressin' rotten pills and deal with pressure on my chest I wanna put a bullet in my head and let it be done Sometimes I squeeze an empty mag for that adrenaline rush The medicine's just collectin' dust, I never adjust I feel better than that better is fucked, it's like it's never enough I'm just fed up, sick don't want to get up Waitin' for the day my anxiety finally let up I ain't better, I'm survivin', I'm climbin' a windin' tether My mind is a dyin' friend that I'm tryin' to tie together and hold But I just let it unfold, 'cause when I'm takin' meds I feel like I been sellin' my soul, it's like I'll never evolve I stay repetitive and never hit goals I go from bein' everything to bein' dead in a hole I sit in silence, I like to think I live despite the shit inside Wishin' I didn't see through my twisted iris Descriptive writin' from lifeless sinners and crim's that like My missile fire and hissing past, it's a thing that bite us They sneaky mozzies, they claimin' they work, but they sleep like Cosby They seem to watch me as sinners mine in the streets of Ghazi A peaceful cross street between beef and a heap of worry I talk peace, but I'm no Jesus, so please don't cross me So what's he? But a man they still judgin' With the world on my shoulders, if I let him hold 'em it would crush him I was sold a heap of nothin', the dream crushers I was told to keep trustin', they keep fuckin' me deep There's still love for the streets and the people departed Yeah, fuck all my circle, I hurt you, don't get me started Drop yourself in the middle to put it simple, you a target This marksman's a dark artist, a master of bars, pardon My arsonist past, part of my narcissism, it isn't hard When you hardly listen to bitchin' or think of hittin' charts I stick the path and picked apart every kid that started I start to miss it, the victims heart that I'd twist in half and eat See, 'cause I ain't sittin' with these music stars Half of them are junkies, I see them all as some shootin' stars Shootin' up glorified, losers pass the bazookas I'm shootin' through their personas, blowin' o's in their fuselage Every saint has a past, every sinner a future Every pain, I outlast, makes it harder to bruise her But copped a couple Ls, hell, I been under the sewers It only made me smarter in the way I start to manoeuvre You woke a beast, you're only hope is a priest or a phone in reach Opponents weak and hopeless, you show ponies can't throw off me I'll walk a beat with broken feet in the open heat I'm so focused, my flow cleaner than Jane Doe soaked in bleach My mind's fucked, 'bout to bulletproof my HiLux My trust slippin', I ain't missin' if you lined up I've climbed up, city lookin' pretty from this high up A livin' legend, be a bigger dead one when my time's up If you don't show me love when I'm alive and I'm breathin' Don't bother showin' love when I'm in mud under TNs I'm seein' fakes intervenin', I'm seein' snakes under feet I don't need 'em, see 'em cut and defeat, run and retreat There's blood on my sneaks, ink in my skin, drinkin' again Haters thinkin' I been slippin' when I'm grippin' the pen God, I'm bent out of shape while I stay fit for the win I sit in the gym with bars raised, drippin' with sweat You stick insects wanna sling threats, you couldn't pose one You thinner than a cigarette, I'm 'bout to smoke one Greeley said it best when he said forget 'em and grow up Shaker said respect 'em, eventually, they will show love But all I see is poppy trash, I'm 'bout to bodybag A rapper chop 'em mullet off and coughing at these poxy acts You prolly ram ass on each others dicks like you are proper faggots You ain't Eminem, you're pretendin', you a wannabe Rabbit So I don't see how man are with your manicures Now you paint your bags I wouldn't stand, or try and land where you are My style's sick, that COVID tip, but they don't have a cure I don't care whose king or give a shit about your fashion nuance Nah, 'cause it's us against the world Got my crew, got my son, got my love from my girl Got my music, my blood, got the ones I have helped Fuck the world, I ain't need nothin' else, I don't need nothin' else [Outro] Na-da-da-la-da-da Rob Shaker on the beat Uncool Sam on the cams ​indigomerkaba, you're up next Get the cunt Peace