Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RAGE IS BACK Freestyle, artist - J.Period
Date of issue: 30.01.2020
Song language: English
RAGE IS BACK Freestyle |
Don’t even ask how the high feel |
Ask how do I feel, probably how the sky feel |
Jokers is coming in sideways like a sidefill |
The grapes of wrath intertwined like a vine still |
Physically I’m ill, walking through a minefield |
With a straw sticking out a Molotov cocktail |
Twenty one grams of soul on a rock scale |
Probably burn like flaming coals on a hot grill |
Yo, if the afterlife is absolutely not real |
Then you diminish and you’re finished, it’s a done deal |
Beyond that, my heartbeat is like a drum still |
It’s like I’m living on the run with the gun still |
Well, bring the hero back, he’s taking care of that |
Cause his words get at the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs |
It’s all stuck inside your head like it’s ear wax |
Whole scene something out of Hollywood, Miramax |
Hush, yo, don’t nobody say a flocking word |
Just put the sign on the door, the Do Not Disturb |
I’m bout to show these people how to kill a mockingbird |
You hit his whole network, like Mark Zuckerberg |
Your witnesses confirm that gunshots occurred |
Apparently the triggerman smokes lots of herb |
And he could bring your demise disguised as a word |
But guarantee that be the last one you ever heard |
You deaf, dumb, and blind |
I’m emphasized like I’m underlined |
My definition is, I’m undefined |
Cause I’m one of a kind, at the top of the line |
At the top of the food chain when it come to the rhyme |
And I’m cynical cause I’m at the pinnacle |
Jokers is ridiculous, they the ones I ridicule |
If somebody acting like they want it, I’mma get at dude |
Have 'em in the middle of the drama like an interlude |
Yeah, they weigh a buck ten, soaking wet, fuck them |
Yo, I don’t need new friends, I can’t trust them |
You best keep a weapon like a shirt tail, tucked in |
Because I’m taking niggas out like Huck Finn |
This news just in: mass destruction, boy |
Presented to you by Black Inc. productions |
Yeah, righteous hustling, trife corruption |
Look how these OGs with the mics is muscling |
I fight for justice, but minus the red cape |
Dollar short, year late, suckers is scared straight |
They know I’m hotter than a box where the bread bake |
And brought J. Period to cut through the red tape |