Testo Layers - Royce da 5'9"
Testo della canzone Layers (Royce da 5'9"), tratta dall'album The Bar Exam 4
Sometimes, I be wanting to say "fuck the world"
I don't give a fuck
Shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don't love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Everywhere you go, bitches throwing rocks, nigga
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini
When I pick up a mic, I feel like Lorenzo and Ice
Eazy-E, Dre, and Yella, guess I'll be a nigga for life
2Pac soul hovers right over my board while I record
Patron enters my blood and it comes right out my pores
Some of these rappers spaz, some of them choose to serenade
Some of them need their swag, some gon' breathe their last air today
Some believe that hip-hop police is working with these
Various media outlets, even paid Vlad to interrogate
I remember back when I was blacking out without beats
Hoping for better days, to focus, I would go meditate
Seem like everywhere I go, somebody approaches me going
"Cole is platinum without features, but so is Kevin Gates"
Acting like you can't be a fan of both, your standards low
My flow luxurious like chinchilla mats on the Phantom floor
I vow to kill the style that you love and write it to keep me poised
Come at me fly, I turn your album cover to the Beastie Boys
I was telling my brother how you rappers are the new leaders
You the real leaders of the people
The rapper doesn't think he's a leader
But he's got followers all over the world
The biggest preachers don't have as many followers as one rapper
I represent war, pain, destroyed fame, couture king
Chess playing rather than board games
Savages saddling up, grabbing the horse reins
Dragging emcees, traveling, eating like Bourdain
The congregation asking me how I be preaching so accurately
I answer, "It's actually easy, I'm ordained"
The name is Luther Campbell, you can call me Luke though
Standing for what I'm saying like Farrakhan or Donahue show
Now they tryna find a loophole
To silence my words, the knowledge I speak
Is a reflection of the violence I see
Now the perception's your daughters and nephews idolize me
Now the objective is call me highly aggressive
Instead of just successful 'cause my rhetoric highly suggestive
Probably connecting 'cause it's honest, refreshing
Only way I'm tryna express it, down to die tonight
Grabbing this gun and shit like a young Malcolm
That'll get me capital punishment like the Pun album
So, it's the question now, how can we get you to rap
Where intelligence is coming through the lyrics with a beat
That begins to open the minds of people?
Our people want better and they'll do better if they're shown better
Credits
Writer(s): William Roberts, Denaun M. Porter, Terrence Le Varr Thornton, Ryan D. Montgomery, Arthur Kaunang
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