Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Competitive Nature, artist - DJ JS-1. Album song Polymer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Competitive Nature |
I want to win. |
At all costs |
Till every son of a bitch that snubbed the kid is long gone |
And every fucking sin on my bucket list is crossed off |
I’m an all-star on a loaded roster that got off to a false start |
But then stalled in the wrong ballpark, Had a major shot, played to a strong |
draw |
But I was X’d out. |
Probable Kaws? |
Art |
I ain’t just good, kid, I’m the top dog with a loud bark |
When I want a moment of silence… I’ll ask you what my flaws are |
And in the end, niggas post up frozen like Narduwar |
Rock star with the flow! |
Poser bros get exposed |
As popular frauds who can only come with an image like Don Jon |
Sharkeisha. |
Period, When there’s blood in the water, I drop jaws |
An ensemble that’s authentic |
Cast as non-credited extras in the Hip Hop documentary yawn-a-thon |
I’m here to re-edit, embed it with everything QN5 is on |
Preventive measures are taken, so there’s a bar lost |
My competitive nature’s mistaken for hate, I caught y’all |
Big fish in a small-pond niggas singing our |
Swan song |
Isn’t this typical? |
It’s all our fault |
Witness the business move as they outlaw salt |
When favors were called on, in a pinch, that’s all y’all brought to the mix |
So now history is just false by default |
With the industry’s trickery now them broad lies is bought |
But the sense of vengeance within me’s killing me, I oughta find the resolve to |
let it go |
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done |
There’s nothing you can win that can’t be won |
Don’t want it anymore, so I gotta let it go |
There’s nothing you can sing that can’t be sung |
There’s nothing you can bring that can’t be brung |
Don’t want it anymore, so I gotta let it go of my competitive nature |
I gotta let it go of my competitive nature |
I can’t make you love me — no! |
I gotta let it go of my competitive nature |
I gotta let it go of my competitive nature |
See, everybody wanna be the best — but do none of the work |
Leave you to cook dinner then come for the desert |
Well there’s nothing they can do that I can’t, but that doesn’t work in reverse |
Ain’t another person on earth this versatile when I turn a verse |
I let Polymer serve the purpose to further confirm these terms, but it won’t — |
Cause sheep think everyone is the GOAT — ya heard? |
And the herd has heard of me, but they never heard me and it’s tragic |
This urban legend gets censored -press has cursed me with a past |
And I’m banned, because the word «veteran» is the dirtiest in rap/ |
And then with my level of longevity — I never tire when I kick the facts |
They reinvent the wheel — Auto-Tune it to fix the flat |
Here’s a single comparison — Let’s mix and match — |
Now dig the pattern: When they get to smoke, they’ll take 2 hits and pass |
But by the metronome, niggas’ll get two clicks and gasp |
With no breath control, Now they’re a vegetable |
These pussy liars get put on a pedestal, Expect that Tone average 6 bars in a |
breath |
And it’s a spectacle, Shit’s off the wall, like it was a Pettis blow |
Tell me you heard somebody better, bro! |
Now dead it, yo |
The best technical rapper alive! |
What do I gain from it? |
I’ll comfortably say, «Nothing» when it comes to the paying public |
If someone with cake does it, it’s suddenly gangbusters |
So, fuck who you name, buddy, who’s buzzing’ll change dozens |
Of times, in a case study — if one of us gains love |
We’re divided, we chase money and become what we hate for something we like |
I used to watch these awards shows with tears in my eyes |
Cause I was supposed to be there in my mind |
And here were these guys who’d appear overnight, that’d be stealing my shine |
And I had spent so many years of my time, recording and performing |
And writing lyrics since 9, shit my career was my life |
Failure was death, son I’d only disappear if I die |
We’re talking serious drive — off of a cliff |
No partner assist or inept investors who’d be steering him wide |
Y’all hearing them rhymes? |
Shit’s clearly a crime — they’re scarier live |
So, when some other peer would get signed |
It would spear me inside, stressed and depressed behind the veneer of my smile |
But I had to face the facts so let me put a mirror to mine |
See, my fear is to lay — in a coffin, After I’d accomplished |
Only a fraction of my thoughts and feel cheated of all my progress |
So cheer me on till the funeral. |
Here we are in the rawness: |
See those that have what you want, did what you knew could do |
But couldn’t cause it wouldn’t be true to you |
You don’t wanna make music for douchey dudes? |
Then do whatever suits you — it’s |
cool |
But the proof’s in the putting, you moved in them shoes |
The most brutal music is fueled by the truth |
If there’s an improvement in you — money who in the fuck is you losing to? |
So, test your limits and pursue the goals that you control |
The only assertion about winning shit that you should know — |
Is success will determine if you’re driven or delusional |
Peace |
Broken arrow good for nothing when there’s nothing left to slay |
Let these torn and tattered close impose their stories on the stains |
Oh, they’re aiming for me now |
They want proof I know my way around a bow & arrow |
Let these torn and tattered close impose their stories on the stains |