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RedSept - So What About Your Story? (prod by The Soul Frequency)

________________ So what about your story, why we gonna listen, don't front the struggle if your lines can't glisten, take your pen dip the head in the well made of blood tell me your addiction, don't show me your gun My bullet's armor piercing, feel the rip of the flesh know the taste of life starts, in savoring the death, and if karma's a bitch, then I guess the truth is too the soul frequency will crush your entire fuckin' crew _______________________________ those that know my true face don't know my true name those that know my true name never know the true face the truth's ace, killer's maced masons watch the four-space, the racists act ashamed, it's convenient for the hate, the states they're catatonic with their guts on display I sign glyphs n' smoke shake, rope snakes n' throw shade with glass cases of shame, in a time it's displaced, n' tasteless it's aimless, yet related all the same; ______________________________ So what about your story, why we gonna listen, don't front the struggle if your lines can't glisten, take your pen dip the head in the well made of blood tell me your addiction, don't show me your gun My bullet's armor piercing, feel the rip of the flesh know the taste of life starts, in savoring the death, and if karma's a bitch, then I guess the truth is too the soul frequency will crush your entire fuckin' crew So what about your story, why we gonna listen, don't front the struggle if your lines can't glisten, take your pen dip the head in the well made of blood tell me your addiction, don't show me your gun My bullet's armor piercing, feel the rip of the flesh know the taste of life starts, in savoring the death, and if karma's a bitch, then I guess the truth is too the soul frequency will crush your entire fuckin' crew (1:39) ______________________________ I'm a titan in disguise, the grey jedi is refined my lines travel back in time to slap your mind's eyes I let most of ya speak now I'm gonna take back what's mine, from the mic lemme fly, Marty McFly's on a climb - rethreaded finger gestures, homie don't catch me outside my lyrics so visceral, it skins souls alive, my phonetics outrhyme both Galactus and Ghost Rider outer-space inter-galactic the webs from this spider; ______________________________ So what about your story, why we gonna listen, don't front the struggle if your lines can't glisten, take your pen dip the head in the well made of blood tell me your addiction, don't show me your gun My bullet's armor piercing, feel the rip of the flesh know the taste of life starts, in savoring the death, and if karma's a bitch, then I guess the truth is too the soul frequency will crush your entire fuckin' crew So what about your story, why we gonna listen, don't front the struggle if your lines can't glisten, take your pen dip the head in the well made of blood tell me your addiction, don't show me your gun My bullet's armor piercing, feel the rip of the flesh know the taste of life starts, in savoring the death, and if karma's a bitch, then I guess the truth is too the soul frequency will crush your entire fuckin' crew (2:45) ______________________________ Lemme guess you're godless, but you'd pretend to be honest You do it to hide your intentions like you think it's modest, You don't question the unknown because God mighta bought it, or better yet the idea Sauron's been controlling you hobbits, you get distracted by bullshit, and your habit's off-topic; that's why when you write it just sounds like you talk shit I lob cliques to loft trips n' keep it fresh, n' give lip I take bricks, n' flip hints to suckers who got chipped (UH!) ______________________________ So what about your story, why we gonna listen, don't front the struggle if your lines can't glisten, take your pen dip the head in the well made of blood tell me your addiction, don't show me your gun My bullet's armor piercing, feel the rip of the flesh know the taste of life starts, in savoring the death, and if karma's a bitch, then I guess the truth is too the soul frequency will crush your entire fuckin' crew So what about your story, why we gonna listen, don't front the struggle if your lines can't glisten, take your pen dip the head in the well made of blood tell me your addiction, don't show me your gun My bullet's armor piercing, feel the rip of the flesh know the taste of life starts, in savoring the death, and if karma's a bitch, then I guess the truth is too the soul frequency will crush your entire fuckin' crew ___________________ Redsept, call me dogma, still 2025.