Lyrical Breakdown of Making A Killin' (I Ain't Scared Of Shit) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Making a killing,
The fear is'll taking a drilling and ain't no faking my feelings
Had to kill an evil assumption about the hate and the villain
You gotta face 'em and feel 'em with the faith and the peelin'
Ear that, fears wack, a demon I sneer at
Pop his top like the Bud of the light of the beer caps
You hear claps near, pack's where the peers at
A top-tier black speaking clear facts
You ain't killing off and you oughta be
'Cause they pump it with no apology
They're not looking for your camaraderie
Just a solemnly policy so you gotta be fatherly
What that mean?
That ain't no sonning me, so you ain't pointing your gun at me
Keep coming, you're gonna see you are the hunted
Wе summon the one with the drum and tree
With this much power, know there's is a fist
Really hoping in there, you'll trip
But the .50 Caliber, it can tear you quick
Turn his puffy chest into a pair of tits
I'ma take it there ya bitch
Fear mongering motherfuckers swear ya it
But you avoid it now
Could stick my hand in the toilet and dare to squish
I ain't scared of shit
Running from my feels, that's just something I would do
I'm killing shit, if I want it, I'ma get it
Everything I do I kill, always execute
Making a killing, working so hard, I'm never quitting
Been there before, seen a lot of things
Nothing's in my way but the man in the mirror, aw yeah
Running from my feels, that's just something I would do
I'm killing shit, if I want it, I'ma get it
These are the makings of a killin'
Be ready and willin' to get negativity out the buildin'
Realize your God ain't up in the ceilin'
But inside of you, so ain't no more kneelin'
To men that's supposed to be created equal
The fearless we grow to be elated people
With a toted fully loaded, we evaded evil
Simply showed it I control it, we belated sheeple
Arise leader of a new school
Chop and kick and punch a bleeder brotha Bruce who?
Already crazy I don't need another loose screw
Don't never ever let 'em see you cover cuckoo
Let it all out! Let the fear know what y'all 'bout
'Cause they ain't with the action, they be all mouth
It's gotta be a day you let 'em know the time
Up on your Piaget and never be afraid to fallout
Running from my feels, that's just something I would do
I'm killing shit, if I want it, I'ma get it
Everything I do I kill, always execute
Making a killing, working so hard, I'm never quitting
Been there before, seen a lot of things
Nothing's in my way but the man in the mirror, aw yeah
Running from my feels, that's just something I would do
I'm killing shit, if I want it, I'ma get it
This is my FEAR EXODUS
This shit not near next to us
If this brought tears, bless you bruh
Here's extra weird cess to puff
With no fear, I'ma match for mine, they laugh to blind
They think I'm on a path to crime
So I'ma pass the rhyme to my next LP
A-S-I-N-9-N-E, calling that asinine
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