Mac Lethal Circle

Let’s talk about it, got a issue

Maybe we should talk about it

Can’t ignore it

Man, I can’t walk around it

Grab a drink with me at a bar that’s not too crowded

Got a issue, no I don’t, I got 2000

No I don’t, I got 360

Think about my god damned life while I’m walking in a circle

Chugging some whiskey

Life is just another circle, friends and lovers that’ll hurt you

Pain, agony, stress and death and a bunch of good feelings

In a rut about commercials, stories with a twist

You’re for a young bliss

It’s the circle of our lives

You’re got young people feeling like they’re 30 when they’re five

And old people that are in their forties feeling six

I’m nice. Whoo!

Recently I’m hearing lots of people try to say

that I am undeserving of the fucking accolades I’m getting

So I tell these stupid motherfuckers if they do not like it, sorry baby, just don’t listen

That’s life!

And life is beautiful. And that there is the truest story

I don’t understand suicide, I could never kill myself

Eventually my stress will do that for me

So fuck y’all

Knuckle up and brawl

Drank a little Jameson, got drunker by the bar

Now it’s numbing up my jaw, I’m untucking my gun and just fuckin busting at you all

Basic pumping and dumping, the truth underneath it all there’s a victim

And the person that can fix it is standing where the mirror is

When I die wrap me up in gold leaves and

And bury my body underneath a pyramid

I wish there was a button that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets

I wish there was a button that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets

I wish there was a button that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets

Well maybe in the next life I’ll get it right

Maybe in the next life I’ll get it right

Caught up in a circle

Let’s talk about it, got a issue

Maybe we should talk about it

Can’t ignore it

Man, I can’t walk around it

Grab a drink with me at a bar that’s not too crowded

Got a issue, no I don’t, I got 2000

No I don’t, I got 360

Pain to me is a bunch of wack motherfuckers coming to get me

Can you imagine?

Back in the days if a wack motherfucker started rapping

You would snatch that mic from his god damned hand

Take one step back and smack him

Nowadays there’s no passion

Everybody trying to cash in, jewellery flashing

They walk around showing off the newest fashion

All we care about is who has the truest passion though

Shogun assassin, break baseball bats over my head like I’m Bo fucking Jackson

Thirty for thirty, Mac Lethal killed everything

Hard nose like the narcos down in Medellín

Is every single rapper a thug?

If you ain’t rapping about money, cars or bitches then it has to be drugs

Maybe you could tell us all a story about your life

Or maybe talk about a couple things you actually love

I mean, shit. It used to be a thing of beauty rapping a rhythm

And now the artists that are practically ripping up anything that’s popular

And don’t imagine the difference

This is exactly a symptom of fucking capitalism

And I’m not mad at the system

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Cause it’s just music, it ain’t war, it ain’t a maximum prison

But I’m just saying motherfuckers when I’m rapping and spitting if I just do not do it fast

Listen half can you listen?

I wish there was a button that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets

I wish there was a button that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets

I wish there was a button that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets

Well maybe in the next life I’ll get it right

Maybe in the next life I’ll get it right

Caught up in a circle