Letras Wararchy - Theory Hazit, Scribbling Idiots

Wararchy

She likes to manipulate, I like to womanize\nIf it’s about give and take, then why we rubbing thighs?\nWe say «You know I don’t love you» right into each other’s eyes\nMaybe that’s the problem: afraid to open to the pain love provides\nThe greatest moment in my life is when I found her\nTapped into her power, the opposite of a coward\nThe scent of beautiful flowers every time got devoured\nFalling deeper and deeper in love, losing track of the hours\nThe toughest times in my life always centered around her\nLosing sense of who you are only makes the problem sour\nSo how am I supposed to stay humble and act like I don’t care about her?\nWhen I’m embarrassed, that’s how! Plus I don’t smell the flounder\nDon’t wanna waste no time with a Debbie Downer\nWhen I’m ready to pound her like a mastermind from behind\nIf I find something out about her, watch how fast I’ll pull out of this noose\nMake her sing the blues while she pays dues for you know who\nAnd there ain’t nothing truer\nThe rarer I live, the poor are a newer bluer\nWith that said, a little dab’ll never do ya\nAll cat everything for me and my crew of\nArtisans looking anything but bipartisan\nWinter coats, hoodies, wind breakers, and cardigans\nEven rocking into LA looking harder than\nMasticotti with a 40 and a Dodger brand\nAnd we all fit in, wearing it and singing it\nCold, cold world that we sharing and keep bringing it\nBoys in blue got the night stick swinging it\nThat’s only one of the reasons I keep lingering\nI’m still tryna make it on the Wake Up Show\nBut every day I wake up, I just blaze up dro\nGot a way with wordplay always be talking\nBut it’s hard to chase your dreams if you’re sleepwalking\nNetworks only connect when your net worth\nA fee for some guest work, so much for friends first\nIt’s strictly business when we spitting written this\nSend them the beat, they’ll send you sixteen, no interest\nNo overdubs, you lucky to get an ad-lib\nLucky if they practiced half a minute 'fore they rapped it\nYeah I’m agitated, I want my respect due\nI’m not Captain Caveman 'til Snoop call me «nephew»\nI’m not quitting 'til I meet B-Real\nThank him for Cypress Hill and the Phuncky Feel Tips\nYou feel this? You must be a mad rapper too\nEither that or you just have the blues\nIn between two jobs, I praise the same to God\nTo keep my sanity in, avoid the vanity sin\nCuz once calamity’s in, I rebuke with a gun\nAnd I refuse to become a slave that rules to the shun\nBy the system that fails cause our system is hell\nSometimes I drink away pain then I’m under a spell\nNo wonder I failed, it rains thunder and hail\nIt’s fun to rebel, but I call it a night\nSome call it the blues, I’m tryna kick it with you\nBut the club got rules, they don’t like my shoes\nCause they blue suede true, I don’t gang bang\nI write good rhymes that go bang-bang\nThis world ain’t changed, cops go bang bang\nRappers still can’t sing, rappers still can’t sing\nRappers still can’t sing, rappers still can’t sing\nRappers still can’t sing, rappers still can’t sing\nWhat are we doing?\nAll we do is fight each other\nBecause we love so hard but in the end we hurt each other\nHere comes the rain, back again\nBaby I have an umbrella\nI got my armor on, I’d go to war for you\nIt seems like this fight lasts forever\n«Pick your battles, fight the good fight»\nSays the man that never took a step in all walks of life