Ugly Heroes - Good Things Die Lyrics
[Verse 1: Verbal Kent]With all the beauty in my life, hit the mic 'till the lights outBet Barrack play this in the White House when his wife's outI got that good shit, purple with them orange veinsPeople say that yours taste like a wood chipYou rookies push shit, million dollar rapper, DiBiase on the micWhile you all is sloppy like the brothers BushwackPop had put his ***** in momma's bush backIn '78, the doc saw my face and tried to push backYeah helmets ? all ribs brokenI'm an angel of death that taketh what the lord givesWhat gives? Every written's all fibsYa'll bids phony, fishing in the dolphinsAnd mermaids, sayin' Burbank relevantIt's like using dog bags pickin' up the turd of an elephantSayin' you ain't feelin' it, you full of shit, fell in itWipe off and shut your mic off before I yell in it[Hook: Verbal Kent]See any day could be your last, quit living in the past kidYou want drama, take a class, get your phdSee any moment I could pop out and leave you seein' asterisksCause when it comes to spittin' raps I got my phd[Verse 2: Red Pill]Now Verbal's said he's having funSo I say ***** it let me join in no avoidin' it, appointed let the static runThese half-a-ton rappers claiming they readyI have the sun wrapped around my neck, chain gettin' heavyI got the planets aligning with the planning to sign itThen have them standing in line to see me ranting and rhymingThey gassing you up with all those additives lyingYou buying that shit, what kind of *****ing planet am I in?I'm off that, respect gettin' respect it's nothing left for the restI *****ing called it so I'm getting it nextI got the shit to make it *****ing feel something deep and something realSurface-level rappers wonder why they don't *****ing appealWe give them real shit, real shitI want to be that rapper that they feel like they could go get a meal withOr split a cab with or share a tab withMy mother call me Chris, I give a ***** about this rap shit[Hook]
