SMOR3S ft. Aoshi - Kick Back | Текст песни

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• SMOR3S ft. Aoshi
• Kick Back

(hey, yo)
This is combat, plead your case
Not like a headcase, a rat race, say it to my face
You’re gonna play with kindness, stand by to be ejected
I will stand tall, with these lessons I collected
Full flip tactics, vocal acrobatics
Ferocious tongue and it’s stuck on automatic
I’m not a fighter, I’m element compression
Harmony intervention, let me state my intentions like
Ali get at me, but I caught that bee
Zen like Fluttershy, stunning like Rarity
Prioritized like AJ, phase me
Cut out the violence, stop acting crazy
Figure out your head, or let it destroy you
Pinkie Pie thinks you’re one over the cuckoo
Trot hot shit celebrity
‘Till you ego trip and bite it
How’s that ground taste Trixie?

Kick Back (yeah)
Kick Back (uh huh)
Kick Back (yo)
In 10 seconds flat, we can end this attack
With these words like a roundhouse, I will kick back

(Yo, get up)
See, you were swinging high, but it was retrievable
Eyeing these bruises like, “this shit’s unbelievable”
Words interchangeable, dynamical, tyrannical
I’m not a pariah, you selfish coward of an animal
Unchained, untrained, a victim of your own game
No shame and I’m lookin’ at the only one to blame, fool

(chorus)

Mind your lip please
Look at you bullies propagate a disease
‘Cause you're scared of your sex, no confidence
Well if you scared of your sex why are you playing that dick, huh?
Daddy drama, tell Freud bout your momma
On that view that you spew
I’m an urban Dalai Lama
Now confluence, curb your insolence
And your inference of our deviance (perv)
You owe us a little more respect please
Thumb up your ass, while we rock these charities
So scared of your sex, no confidence
Well if you scared of your sex why are you stroking that, huh?
Peep this magic, if your pride can hack it
The buck stops here at the source of this racket
You've exploited what we've given, imprison with derision
I’ll be damned if imma let you bastardize our whole vision
Tyson get at me but my colors broke free
Stuntin’ like Rainbow Dash going for glory
Pushing past pain harder, farther
A vehicle for change, ain’t no better armor
Figure out your head, or let it destroy you
Go talk to Zecora ‘bout all that voodoo
Or trot hot shit celebrity
‘Till you ego trip and bite it
How’s that ground taste Trixie?

(chorus x2)

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