Mr. Majik | Metropolis Music - Personal [Lyric Video]
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Original Song: Personal
Rapper/Lyricist: Mr. Majik
Beat Producer: Metropolis Music
Mixing-Mastering/Label Release: Sound Legion
Album: Hello, Mr. Majik
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They say don’t take it personal, what’s life if it’s not personal, it’s terminal, interminable, set fire to the world and burn them all, fuck ‘em, fucking burn them all, they say don’t take it personal, what’s life if it’s not personal, what’s life if it’s not personal,
They say don’t take it personal, what’s life if it’s not personal, it’s terminal, interminable, set fire to the world and burn them all, fuck ‘em, fucking burn them all, they say don’t take it personal, they say don’t take it personal, what’s life if it’s not personal.
Looking around I'm venting, tension fills this room, it's tempting, don't even mention me, you gremlin, I'm gonna put you down like ten pin, fuck around and we'll get you trending, you'll get a foot in your mouth like Quentin, I've been putting coal in that engine, about to get these pussies trembling, might even rip a hole in the universe and open another dimension, might take this in a different direction, when we die, we'll die like legends, I dissect them, I just represent the zeitgeist, like I said, I might offend 'em, life is finite, find your blessings, be yourself, if you have none, then kill someone you really want to and treat yourself, don't beat yourself up too bad, just know, every tear evaporates, navigate while I calibrate, masterbate while I amputate, gladiator with a gun, lick a shot, watch them salivate.
Reignite the fire, I'm a fucking freedom fighter, I'm the deepest diver that's my kinda pressure, I can see inside ya, when I eat vaginas, I treat 'em right, it's a piece of pie, I'll reunite with the demons inside if you even try, sometimes I feel like meat in grinders, try'na redefine the meaning of life, all I need is a mic and a piece of mind, it's a crime if I never spit again, I need to write, all the wrongs, I was right all along, put some ice in the bong, I'm a walking dark night, raining, lightning in the storm, turn your happy home into a haunted house until the morning, warning shots you keep ignoring, just get louder, then suddenly, you'll hear nothing, there's nothing left but gun powder.
Loose lips, sink ships so you can suck a Moby Dick and swallow sperm whales you pricks, no! I don't wanna hear your shit, bro, I don't want a feature, this shit's holy, my big bro couldn't big bro me, I'm no fighter, I hit though, got no lighter, I'm lit though, it's knife fights in limbo, and I might slice like Kimbo, I'm Mike Tyson with coke, I'm white like a gringo, I'm lifelike like bimbos, I ate my baby out last night like a dingo, the loudest thing on Silent Hill, designed to kill, I'm kinda real, the truth is not inside a pill, I'm try'na build an iron will inside me, still a viking, kill a pagan with some kind of steel, you'll find me on the hill, I want to die on, Bonnie & Clyde, we're like a film, a pair of icons.