Bottled Up Thoughts Lyrics

Sometimes I wonder what I stress for
I flex more, complex move, making skills on chess boards
And therefore, you're better off playing Connect Four
You better step it up, I recommend you take a prep course
Their neck's sore from the shit I spit, I wreck flows
So step forth and get your ass turned into a dead corpse
The best flows, coming from the freshest in the fresh coast
So close your eyes, listen to my lyrics paint a fresco
You claim the culture, but don't know shit about it
So how is it that you rap, but you don't know why it started
You're just a bitch to me getting props out of misery
With no rudimentary knowledge of Hip-Hop history
A victory will come in forms of soliloquies
I pity these nobody rappers with whack deliveries
And when I say you're whack, it doesn't mean that you're commercial
It means that you don't live the f*cking lyrics in your verse, bro

[Scratching: inDJnous]

I love the West, man, the older scene was pretty tight
Some people claim L.A., but bitch you ain't repping my city right
People claim the West, but dawg, you ain't repping it properly
Until you get your shine, man I feel like they be robbing me
The prophecy will be fulfilled in this galaxy
These whack emcees are pseudo faced, a doomsday catastrophe
Lino Skywalker will put an end to your shitty raps
You little town mice are not a threat to a city cat
My older heads, though, got nothing but love for you
But wonder why you don't show the love back to the younger fools All you do is talk about is how whack my generation flows
And how we never got to experience shit like Project Blowed
I'm sorry I don't meet your standards of an emcee
But know that I respect it, regardless of what the days bring
When I was younger I used to look for approval
But I think I'm over that cos I know that my rhymes are brutal
But sometimes I wonder if my rhymes are just a joke
Cos I share fans with motherf*ckers who I don't think that are dope
So how can you listen to my songs and bump some whack shit
Or is it just that you just don't understand the words that I spit
Like, really? Me and him are in your top three?
It makes me wonder what's your definition of an emcee
After this album I don't really have to rap again
Cos I've said everything that I wanted to on this album, man
I've said everything that I've bottled up for a long time
Like how I hate the fact that your songs are whack and they don't rhyme
How I hate the fact that the fans no longer have strong minds
And how they think you're dope, but you don't have a single dope line
It irritates me to the point I want to indicate it's always motherf*ckers like you that go out and kill the game
This is why I don't like telling people I rap and shit
Cos I'm afraid they'll think I'm whack as f*ck like the tracks you spit
I'm from Los Angeles, dawg, isn't it evident?
Can't be an Angelino without Lino at the end of it

[Scratching: inDJnous]

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