Stigma (Prod. by AnnoDominiNation)
• Written by Lib3rty • Featuring DozeClouds
Lib3rty's Notes
Special thanks to Kidd Saga for the mixing! <3
Equipment: Rode NT-USB Mic
Ey yo.
It's Liberty, comin' right back at ya
Doin' a li'l somthin' new with this joint right here
check it!
(Verse 1)
Ya gotta be outta ya fuckin' mind, thinkin' I'm just all hype
that I ain't got the steez, I'm better off beggin' down on my knees
think I ain't got no flow, puttin you to sleep like a Nyquil dose
sayin' these bars I spit, ain't worth to be fixed or mixed, so I might as well quit
Bitch, you on that hard shit when you saying I ain't legit
that my old school style ain't nothin' worthwhile, my lyrics and rhymes outdated
Sayin' my flow's so basic, mixin' up words like I'm dyslexic
That I should consider to deliver, when my scheming's a little more clever
You're callin' me a noob, think I ain't got a clue, ain't ready to face a world debut
that my music ain't never gonna get me ahead, might as well perform to the Walking Dead
that my lyrics half-assed and they just don't matter and that I'm nothin' but an amateur wannabe rapper
there clearly ain't no room for me, I'll get eaten alive in this industry
Think you're the shit, you can do no wrong, thinkin' your dick is so damn long
but I ain't impressed with your junior burrito, findin' that shit's like Where's Waldo
Cause you got more faults than San Francisco, head ain't big enough to fill that ego
your shit's so sloppy, try'na hide it on a floppy, that stigma's outdated technology
(Hook)
Ain't no one got time for your toxic garbage, cause I'm a rappin' artist, I work hard at this
My style's got a flavor like 'em Now & maybe Laters, serve my music in bits, either take it or leave it
Ain't afraid to claim or admit my mistakes, ain't ashamed of this game, never faking my claims
Gotcha in my sights like a double .45, better stay in your lane, 'cause I'm aimin' at your name
I'm rappin for the love, for the love of the music, ain't dealin' with the dollar or the fools that abuse it
Not obsessin' or stressin' cause my bars are gettin' hotter, making magic with these rhymes like I'm Harry Potter
I'mma lay it on thick, so don't hide behind your dick, your negativity's sick, thinkin' that you're a critic
But when you look in the mirror, you're the one that's infected, 'cause you're spreadin' worse than an epidemic.
(Verse 2)
You press me like I'm Simon, you gonna make me have to drill you like a lineman
into the dirt where that stigma's worth, 'cause you fucked with fire, now you got burned
Don't tear me down, say my music's whack, when you can't even take that same shit back.
Stop thinkin' you can judge my ability, fuck that stigma, you don't know me.
I'm streamin' these rhymes faster than Netflix, I ain't a faker, I ain't wit it.
So now I'm just different from these average fools, 'cause I don't wanna follow your fuckin' rules?
My bars ain't cheap like fast food, so just drive on thru, it ain't on the menu
'Cause I rap from the heart, my experiences, this is my life, and it ain't bullshit
You say I ain't actin' my type, 'cause I ain't spittin' that ghetto hype?
Like I don't know jack about the streets, just a naive girl all innocent, sweet?
I ain't rich, or got that syndrome, better check them lies you throw
'Cause when you judge and accuse you incite a fight, I'm a 'round a way girl -- LL got it right.
Stop testin' my faith and ability, by talkin' like you're the industry
I'm solid like Snake, no need to imitate, 'cause when I'm steppin' up I just dominate
my infinite world of 90s vibin', sittin' back ridin' on my wild stylin'
Gotta problem with this flow? Bitch, don't act like you know, just mind your own damn business
(Hook)
Ain't no one got time for your toxic garbage, cause I'm a rappin' artist, I work hard at this
My style's got a flavor like 'em Now & maybe Laters, serve my music in bits, either take it or leave it
Ain't afraid to claim or admit my mistakes, ain't ashamed of this game, never faking my claims
Gotcha in my sights like a double .45, better stay in your lane, 'cause I'm aimin' at your name
I'm rappin for the love, for the love of the music, ain't dealin' with the dollar or the fools that abuse it
Not obsessin' or stressin' cause my bars are gettin' hotter, making magic with these rhymes like I'm Harry Potter
I'mma lay it on thick, so don't hide behind your dick, your negativity's sick, thinkin' that you're a critic
But when you look in the mirror, you're the one that's infected, 'cause you're spreadin' worse than an epidemic.
(Verse 3)
Don't dish out what your ass can't handle, your rep's on the line -- is it worth the gamble?
Cause my skin's so thick, it outlasts your dick, so watch 'fore you start talkin' 'bout this chick
I may not be perfect, but I'm for real. I do what I want, and I do what I feel
Slammin' anyone's style like Shaquille O'neal, overclockin' their wits like the Man of Steel
Got that stigma on me like I'm new to this game, I'm comin' back like Rocky, yo, bring on the pain
All your misconceptions ain't a threat to this flame. Ain't a lawyer settlin on all them false claims
Better empathize 'fore you criticize, fool, 'cause the shitty way you actin' just ain't cool
I keep it all moderate, but you just abuse, thinkin' I can trust you when you're really just a douche
To those stereotypes and stigmas that you motherfuckers throwin' at me
I'll tear you down, slice you deep, those bullshit lies beneath
'Cause that attitude ain't gettin' you too far, think you know it all but there's someone better
don't aim that bitterness toward me, denyin' you're scared is what makin' you weak
Maybe once your dick shrinks and whittles, you can maybe try think clearly a little
Cause I'm more different than King Size Skittles. Taste the rainbow, stop being judgmental
I'm defying your odds, gettin' stronger, better, ain't playin' your games like I'm bettin' at poker
Remember my name, don't forget this flow, I'm Liberty, and I'm comin' at you, yo
(Hook)
Ain't no one got time for your toxic garbage, cause I'm a rappin' artist, I work hard at this
My style's got a flavor like 'em Now & maybe Laters, serve my music in bits, either take it or leave it
Ain't afraid to claim or admit my mistakes, ain't ashamed of this game, never faking my claims
Gotcha in my sights like a double .45, better stay in your lane, 'cause I'm aimin' at your name
I'm rappin for the love, for the love of the music, ain't dealin' with the dollar or the fools that abuse it
Not obsessin' or stressin' cause my bars are gettin' hotter, making magic with these rhymes like I'm Harry Potter
I'mma lay it on thick, so don't hide behind your dick, your negativity's sick, thinkin' that you're a critic
But when you look in the mirror, you're the one that's infected, 'cause you're spreadin' worse than an epidemic.
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Lib3rty
Member since August 25 2015