Artificial Respiration (Alt)

Lyrics

Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist
lyricist
So everyone on suno better be prepared to hear my shit
hear my shit
Shit, clear your playlist so i can begin filling it
filling it
Once my shits living there ain no killing it
killing it

Yeah, fuck it, back off the rapgod flow
As this laptop glows while this track gets wrote
Ive hit the jackpot gold
This is crackpot thoughts but the pipe stays cold
tryna go 
from packed out spliffs to packed out shows
Turning to backstage smoke in to blacklight glows down a hotwifes throat
From my backgarden throne on a beat Ive thrown on my phone
Can I blow this load 
and turn it in to some kind of wild stadium dome
Hyping up the crowd
With an artificial throat

Shit, I can write anything that I like
In any way I want
Dont have to worry bout mouthfeel
As it runs of my tongue
Shit, sunos my gun
I just loaded it with lines
That loop around my mind
And shit the shooting begun
My dudes, listen, dance as i make the syllables bounce
Without a word out my mouth
fingertips keeps spilling it out
Raise this ceiling till we got a ruthless rhythm
Pagan with wordplay creating a new religion
Raised in the worst ways, I grew ammunition
Faith in a worse day became my new tradition
Juggling the difference between being a saint, savior and sinner
Caught between saving myself and becoming the killer

Cos shit
Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist
lyricist
So everyone on suno better be prepared to hear my shit
hear my shit
Shit, clear your playlist so i can begin filling it
filling it
Once my shits living there ain no killing it
killing it

Fuck look, when i say I can do what I want
I aint joking,
Switch voice, weave in these words as a woman
Hotwife the verse cos it deserves some fucking loving
Swap husbands with the chorus and keep the fucker coming
Cock your front paws, asses up, sunos wardogs running

Fuck it, im the generated Eminem of this generation
a degenerate generating a generous imitation
a combination of vocal automation mixed with a mind thats been moulded by andre and wretches imagination and right, shit look, ill stop playing
Im just desperatly frustrated that music making has been locked inside a cage until lately see there'd be a thousand fucking lines in my mind but no voice to put them outside on a stage 
Spent all my life writing shit that never made it off the page
Now I can finally hear the fucking sound Ive been imagining for ages
suno kicked the door right off and gave me keys to the cages

artificial respiration breathing fucking life into my creations
I dont need a silver plated booth just a fucking suno workspace

Shit, now I dont need to sing it I can be creative and begin creating
A mutation in the making, making music in a way
I never thought id be able
without giving away my writing to a lifeless fucking label

Cos shit
Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist
lyricist
So everyone on suno better be prepared to hear my shit
hear my shit
Shit, clear your playlist so i can begin filling it
filling it
Once my shits living there ain no killing it
killing it

Yeah, fuck it, back on the rapgod flow then
Uh, summa lumma some are dumb and some are fun until their bursting the condom, 
Some are awesome, some are armor, some are darker, some are boredom
Assume im a human cos the music Ive been moving is influenced by abuse that produced a fucking mutant that refuses to lose it and to be fucking mute shit so I use these taboos as my tools to be rude and amuse you cos the voice might be fake but the fucking words true dude
Cos pain in this place came from my brain not my heart
Fucking fucked up thoughts that I fought through in the dark
Been trapped inside a mind with a mouth that could never make art
move over a minute let me fuck this shit and now tell me that I cant
Shit, i'll turn a marriage into music while I hit it from the back
Its a wrap let me flex
Syllable stacking in sex
Polysyllabic disrespect wrapped around my neck
Consonants constantly coming then reconnect
This is Pi's tongue tied filth with fucking intellect
Double ended entendres fuck and intersect
Dirty semantics landing on tits of a chick getting wrecked
If you really want shit you can catch it on fet
Fabswinger with the wordplay
Pure in the mind
Feeld it if your flirting 
Come fuck Hotwife of Pi 

Cos shit
Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist
lyricist
Cos shit
Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist
lyricist
Cos shit
Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist
lyricist

Im beginning to feel like a fucking lyricist
lyricist

Im a fucking lyricist

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