Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Introvert, artist - Diabolic. Album song Fightin Words, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: War Horse
Song language: English
Introvert |
Yo, I’m just a normal guy, living like I’m born to die |
Borderline insane but on a higher plane than y’all could fly |
Taking lethal action, tear this beat to fragments |
Put the pieces back in place the way that we imagined |
I’ll release the Kraken, a violent beast attacking |
A fire-breathing dragon flying by the people rapping |
Now let’s see what happens when I’ll free the rage inside |
To vaporize the way that I feel, see if they survive |
My attitude’s fucked up, my brain is fried |
Today, I stayed alive. |
Tomorrow may just be the day I die |
Act accordingly—in fact, I act disorderly |
And cordially invite you forgeries to go to war with me |
My metaphors got underground heads supporting me |
I gain respect, boosting label checks I’m getting quarterly |
Still never sold my soul to pop them gold bottles |
I wrote novels while this cult follows like we’re role models |
I’m on another level (Level). |
For you, it’s such a pity (Pity) |
Fuck these other guys (Guys). |
My people run the city (City) |
My name is Diabolic (What?). |
My shit is rough and gritty (Yeah) |
So tell a friend, tell a foe nobody’s fucking with me |
Yo, I’ll make a million stacks chilling, being ill at rap |
Y’all pussies couldn’t pull that shit off with a Brazilian wax |
Saying shit so groundbreaking, children snap |
As the beams making up the foundation of this building crack |
How real is that? |
Villains back in full effect |
Wolves who test took their best shot and got no bullets left |
Too many garbage artists marketing the semi cartridge |
While we’re looking at you like, «Don't worry about him. |
He’s harmless» |
And regardless, one swing’ll sting your jaw |
And I would swing before you lift a finger toward that thing you draw |
I’m just thinking more. |
What I put in ink is raw |
Swinging swords like samurai in Singapore bring to war |
And while the king performs, he gets overthrown |
Like he missed the cutoff man and the tying run is going home |
I’m the lunatic who’d do the shit you don’t condone |
That bipolar chromosome, so watch your fucking vocal tone |
I’m on another level (Level). |
For you, it’s such a pity (Pity) |
Fuck these other guys (Guys). |
My people run the city (City) |
My name is Diabolic (What?). |
My shit is rough and gritty (Yeah) |
So tell a friend, tell a foe nobody’s fucking with me |
Yo, they say I’m antisocial, they say I’m introverted |
But I just feel what y’all say and talking isn’t worth it |
Forget the gimmicks. |
I kept my image picture-perfect |
And flipped the cursive for the critics here to misinterpret |
I’m just spitting verses classified as urban legend |
Cats who try to battle die, this ax to grind’s the murder weapon |
And I’ll be satisfied, natural high the herbal essence |
Less advanced like there’s no second chance for first impressions |
'Bolic murked the session, then released a classic |
Wreaking havoc like an alien that’s bleeding acid |
Beneath the madness in an underground secret passage |
We rebel ‘til either Hell freezes or the people catch it |
Keeping at this ‘til I meet a fiery death |
Or this shit gets out of control like I got IBS |
Highly blessed, some would say I’m heaven-sent |
‘Cause when I die, I’ll resurrect, come back, and represent |
I’m on another level (Level). |
For you, it’s such a pity (Pity) |
Fuck these other guys (Guys). |
My people run the city (City) |
My name is Diabolic (What?). |
My shit is rough and gritty (Yeah) |
So tell a friend, tell a foe nobody’s fucking with me |