Give Thanks
• Written by Wedgewood
First thing is first, I wake up and give thanks
And you don't you ever say I care 'bout what a bitch th'anks
Since-day one I never had respect for rules
I suspected they were invented to prevent the truth
And yes it's true, so they injected you
With a microphone so every message new
That was sent to you, could be inspected too
For your protection, fool, naw connect the clues
Before you next to lose, I put yo neck in a noose
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I never chose this, homie it chose me
If you think I changed, than', you don't know me
I got a key for the low, I call it low key
I'm villain on a mission call me Loki
Whoa we, don't need, to go that far with it
Sit back and take notes on the art bitches
I rip apart bitches, with my dick~
I give em stitches till there are bitches saying "aw, shit it's–
Nicholas spittin' it, never lettin' the lead up
Face-to-face, with the competition, saying "guess what?"
Fuck widdus you're guaranteed to get messed up
Physically or artistically we are the best cause
We been practicin', rappin it two-fo-seven, still
We don't accept these brothers, wonder if Heaven will
Even if they don't know you we forever kill
We recommend you write yourself one Hell of a will
Suspect Groove
Expect Fool
Detect Mule
Inject Ghoul
Deflect Move
Elect Stool
Protect Crew
Reflect Prove
Descent Pool
Intent School
Inspect Tool
Erect Cube
Dissect Roof
Reject Screw
Resent Tube
Eject Bruise
Effect News
Connect Views
Prevent Snooze
Repent Fuse
Clue
Blue
Lose
Ooze
Wound
Truth
Rude
Confuse
Accuse
Remove
I came to give it, spit it really how I live it, shit if
You is tryina listen bitches, really zip your lips and this is
This is how we doin' it, movin' it, keepin' it so much cooler than you is
I never chose the pen, you know the pen chose me
The paper presented itself it said, "Homie,
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About the Artist
Wedgewood
Member since July 19 2014