Jibbering
• Written by Catch22
The sound of silence Is violent/
I rap my own lyrics no pirating/
In the Apple of the eye Im ripen/
Game in a scope im rifeling/
Couldn't think of nothing meaningful
So Im just jibbering/
See I don't have no filtering/
Bruh I'm all around the world
Like loitering/
Self made entrepreneur that's exploring
Im the go ahead type so I'm forcing
Words in this beat till it explodes in your
Face all the way down to your feet
Cold shoulder cold feet
This is rested in war-in-peace
But war has a price
Many Bullets in his head like lice
I don't need your advice
Or advertising
For me to improve
Nor need your approval
To Tell me what I can or can not say
Did you create me your no where near a God
If you are put my pistol to your heart
See if it hurts
Treat every song like a purge
Every rapper for them selves
So don't indulge on my shit
Cos you can't help your self
Never trust a man
Always stay one step ahead
I can Tell if you fed
Swell his stomach up
Look like he overfed
Yah put this shit to bed
In other words this dead
Some call it poetry
Some call it gifted
So Im coming out the present
And im going for the future
Head first Im just a star ready to burst
Im a volcano ready to erupt tho
Yellowstone bitches blow up at anytime tho
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Catch22
Member since August 20 2015