Testo Violent Violin - Q
Testo della canzone Violent Violin (Q), tratta dall'album Twilight
Violently violating these violins with these low frequency vibrational Americans with no common sense
Apprehended in the pen with my pen I'm writing rhymes, I'm writing hymns
I'm healing minds, I don't need friends and
Incarcerated physically but the bars kept coming like a faucet of water
I was free mentally
Hot chili rap rhyme in Sicily
Can't compete with me but you can mention me
Can't sleep with me but you can envy me
Can't butter me, can't friend me
I play this violin violently
I didn't even want to do it to you
Toot my horn, play my drums, have some fun
I didn't want to do it to you
Flex my sound, don't flex no cash
On the rebound I was in last, but that didn't last, my skill's first class
Your record deal didn't come, my bad
Spank on the knee, I'll whoop that ass
I think it's apparent that I'm transparent, I love my parent, but I don't need to fucking brag
Rap's my treasure, it's your trash
Food is the only thing in my stash
I tried to be good, nice grades, bad hood
Safe to say that I was a good lad
Miss what I got, don't miss what I had
Dare I say "I miss my dad"
I think they really want to test my gangster
Ask about me, man I'm too player
Paid in full, I must be the mayor
Hit a home run, I must be a major
World's so sensitive, watch what you say, on god they'll do anything to cage you
Talk about more than degrading women, so why the fuck I'm not on the cover of Fader?
My name ain't Jada, I don't have curves, I don't have the works, I don't have desires to Be your flirt
I don't have a platinum plaque in the back of my shack that's called "tee shirt"
Then there's the fact that I'm not a g
I think they want me to be from the streets
Harder than them but I don't need to be on my knees saying please with a trigger to Squeeze
I don't know about drugs but I do know pain motherfucker, I truly come from the gutter
Two decades, I watched my mother
Fights and arguments, rarely hugged her
You're stepping to me like you want some dread
Hold on, let me tie up my dreads
Crystal clear, motherfucker what you said?
Intimidation with a pencil lead
Dreaming nightmares, confirming my scares, it's time to put these things to bed
Y'all the body, I'm the head
Lost the pep that was in y'all step
Don't bite the hand that made y'all fed
Don't take the air that gave y'all breath
Don't do long range relationships
Don't confuse a rapping motherfucker with Steph
Coming well don't make it correct
Coming right, but y'all still went and left
How the fuck are y'all even blessed?
Bands on bands, checks on checks
Flaunt some money, spit some lines then a record deal come, no wonder I'm stressed
Man I'm stressed
Open your eyes, y'all not seeing
Rap hard, gut shot, had a BM
Read the time on my microwave, clocked eight twenty-three PM
Gummy rappers, y'all not teething
Ignorant, y'all some heathens
Why settle up?
Why settle down?
I rather play my violin
Yeah
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Writer(s): Quentin Butler
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