Anbu - Postcard

Spunky my dogs are like rocko

They ask me to rap about some random shit and demand that I should get it done

by tomorrow

(How many times do I have to…)

Don’t care for your birthday

That don’t mean shit in the first place

They drop their bits and they all insist

That I pull more shifts and I work late

They want raps express

At my best

Days on end 'til the captains dead

I’d lose my head like I’m antionnte

Cus I’ve seen more dicks than on chatroulette

Root of the problem I’m looking like danzo

Anbu I do so much from the shadows

Lines on my head like I’m hit with the barcode

Harsh truths they don’t know shit like a tarot

I do not know you

You don’t not own me

I will not rap on command, karaoke

I be so sick of the people that think this is easy

Bitch why don’t you shut up and show me

I got to do a lot, I know

But who are you to stop my glow

When the music stops, I’m low

I got to prove a lot, so let’s go

In my eyes I feel the shadows I’ve been laid down in some weeks

Yeah my mind is in the gallows and I’m trying not to speak

No that vision isn’t something you can see behind the scenes

I’m just hoping that your life are long enough to live the dream

People act like music is done in a couple minutes

They don’t know what’s in it, think I just rap a bit then it’s finished

Drives me fucking livid

I’m putting work in I’m at my limit

They think they can mimic

But they don’t do it the way I did it

Ain’t so simple is it?

Too easy

Red off the top when I dunk, hanamichi

They on my drops every week so they see me

Retweet, like and subscribe on a repeat

Read these stupid replies acting needy

Breathe deep they wonder why I be sleepy

Greedy, acting online like I’m lying

When it’s time after time after time saying please me

I will not look at your lyrics

I will not act like your personal critic

I will not be in your rap

When you’ve only uploaded one song and that shit isn’t finished

My time is short bitch I don’t want to give it

I do not care bout the life that you’re living

Call me a dick I don’t care bout my image

So stop asking me that ain’t none of my business

I got to do a lot, I know

But who are you to stop my glow

When the music stops, I’m low

I got to prove a lot, so let’s go

In my eyes I feel the shadows I’ve been laid down in some weeks

Yeah my mind is in the gallows and I’m trying not to speak

No that vision isn’t something you can see behind the scenes

I’m just hoping that your life are long enough to live the dream

In my eyes I feel the shadows I’ve been laid down in some weeks

Yeah my mind is in the gallows and I’m trying not to speak

No that vision isn’t something you can see behind the scenes

I’m just hoping that your life are long enough to live the dream