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Tino Pena The Artist - Bail Tino Pena The Artist - Bail (Prod. ME) --- I only got one shot. Coming with the fear that I might just flop on the spot, I’m a coffin that walks, and I’m not going down yet, proud what I found out can amount to a mountain, I’m learning the earth is burning, from the inside, yearns to be heard, but in turn we have been blind, all this hurt makes sin feel skintight, i ain’t been right since like when i quit my nice safe insight filled life, figured that was a fine way to kill time, that’s right I’m a murderer, I ain’t heard of ya cause I’m the early bird that’s been rapping all day, rapping all night hoping my life come out alright, in a long time, we’ll see, i been rapping since i was 13, I mean what I mean from the moment I speak to the mothafuckin second I D -I-E: try me and I won’t take it lightly you don’t wanna fight, I’m a black belt, kick ass at will, y’all need flak cause my tongue spit shrapnel! this shit straight doom, so BACK BACK punk bitch make room, cause yo shit stank and you need perfume! and if you don’t like mine than you can leave the room, now I was s’posed to put a chorus in here, but then I found a little bit that’s more important to hear, so now I’m asking that you let me in the door to your ear, knowing this was only sort of a fear, but more of a clear, deformity where, I never had shit, God are you there? like, nah this is patrick, every time i ask i get scared it’s a bad trick, so lemme ask then, who here is laughing? hahaha i’m backed in the corner on the border of snapping, i hit record and then actually something morbid’ll happen, i got my orbit from saturn, i got my flow from earth, and I ain’t the best rapper but i could be worse, so to the haters don’t push it, me I get sick of this bullshit lemme grab the forceps ima rip your motherfuckin tongue out, there ain't one doubt, one by one every dumb punk chump in your bunch gets punched out, and when I’m strung out, fists start flinging towards lips doing run-arounds, spit till the sun is down, never gonna quit it, so admit it you prolly did the minute my shit finished, I’m a menace to the rhythm these gimmicky kids spitting, I’m a lemon in the image of radio repetition, the mission to start dissin is prevalent, fuckin isn’t it? (if you don’t agree then you’re a motherfucking idiot!) Cause i’m just trynna start what drake finished, he goes 0 to like 10 but it takes six minutes, so I’m shit-dicking fake rap, gotta whole lot to spit but not take back, but no biggie, so fuck iggy iggy, hoe spit it really shitty and prolly got it from nicki, so don’t ever fuck with me you’re faker than stuffed titties. when I listen to your songs I am amazed that I’m not winning, so what happened to the shit even Jay Z had stopped giving? cause I'm flipping off emcee’s who got lazy and stopped spittin, get lost and good riddance, and maybe we’ll stop dissin cause i’m gravy in a pot i get dangerous when i’m sizzling, save me god the venom is, in me, cause i been deep bitch, i’m a bear that’s been gobbling salmon up shit’s creek, seem a little tense? nah I don’t know what you meant, can you tell me what I did when my braincells hit me? I’m a flip, I’m a flop, I’m a fluke, I’m another motherfucker never taught what to do, and I’m lost and confused, and i hate my life, That’s why I’m screaming in your motherfuckin face a lie, and then I’ll fake a smile, and be on my way, and I ain’t no em, but I ain’t no wayne. so i’ma use my brain just to kill this, so the children, know what real is when it fills them with a feeling, . that you prolly wanna halt, bitch i’m wounded clueless i’ve been walking in salt, and you're stupid to think that i’m handing this to y’all, cause these haters only hate cause they ain’t got balls, when I’m bobbing and weaving, you’re lying, deceiving, like i’m gon’ believe it, you’re crying for jesus I’m fighting my demons, i turn off these lights in the nights and the evenings, it’s awfully nice that you can’t see me bleeding, I’m real, living like all of my shit is for sale, just so that I don’t get stuck with the bill, just so that rap doesn’t fuck me and bail, I’ll see you in hell