Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red One Hundred Emoji, artist - Quadeca. Album song Bad Internet Rapper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: quadeca
Song language: English
Red One Hundred Emoji |
The way I’m blowing up is very lowkey |
I’m the real shit, but y’all karaoke |
I don’t give a fuck about a 30-karat Rollie |
'Cause when I spit this shit, y’all looking like the scared emoji |
I can’t look up to these rappers if they’re below me |
Got an army so big, it’s compared to Kony’s |
Play this shit in the woods, see a bear named Smokey |
Telling you to be a little more careful, homie |
I’m very lonely, spotlight glaring on me |
And I’ma make it to the top like my parents told me |
If you really think you’re there, then show me |
I’ma kill so many rappers they gon' have to hold a ceremony |
For some reason, every white rapper is Eminem |
This message coming from the Cloud, but it ain’t heaven sent |
I ain’t Future or Futuristic, I’m present-tense |
Then again, I’ve been sweating gems since like 2010 |
When Ben was 10, they said, «He'd never be ahead of them» |
Like how they said that Trump could never be the president |
Shit, I don’t understand that, bro |
Put my finger in the game, like I’m Amber Rose |
Damn, that’s low, shit too heavy to handle, bro |
I’m so ill, that Travis can’t find the antidote |
I guess what I learned is that our future can’t be known |
Look at the guy that this nation told to command the globe |
You said Obama’s from Kenya and he’s replacing him |
And the racism in our nation’s not save to live in |
It’s like my fourth grade math class, in the same division |
But, man, the nation wants some change, and this the way they’ll get it |
Poor mother with a child trying to make a living |
Scrutinized because you chose a different faith than Christian |
But all of these rides, man, they ain’t goin' to make a difference |
Because the people with the power’d rather play than listen |
Fuck politics, I’ll admit, I got a lot of shit |
On my conscious, and I’ve been haunted with on my confidence |
My following got a lot of opposites, it’s ominous |
That people gonna suffer the consequence 'fore I’m copping it |
It’s obvious, Wall Street lobbyists run out the lobby quick |
Half the nation feel like they Bobby, bitch |
White supremacy in America’s anonymous |
We need some thicker skin, but where the fuck’s the dermatologist? |
Yeah |
I’m too preachy, it’s too easy |
To trash all of the shit that they be saying on the news, TV |
But how the fuck that did that even happen, like Houdini |
Confederate flags with more than a few retweets |
I don’t want to be the ultra-typical liberal |
That’s repeating BuzzFeed bullshit like a ritual |
I don’t wanna pander fake shit to seem political |
I just wanna be critical as an individual |
Fuck it! |
I sound like Filthy Frank |
A bad internet rapper, but I’m still the same |
I fill the banks, stuff bags, like a pillow case |
I build my rank, doing it until I’m great |
And I know the way, I do it, I got hell to pay |
I’m titanic, ice caps better melt away |
No cool in the game, I can’t celebrate |
Until I’m really at the top, I gotta elevate, yeah |