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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robscure
Robscure
Rap
Jarv
Jarv
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robscure
Robscure
Songwriter
Jarv
Jarv
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robscure
Robscure
Producer
Ethan Wilson
Ethan Wilson
Engineer

Lyrics

Look what I do to my self
Fuck it I'll ruin my health
Look what I Look what I do to myself
I'm goin hard as I have to yeah
Look what I Look what I do to myself
This what you call the Big Apple yeah
Shall I use the fire God gave me to burn incense all day long?
No thank you!
Look what I do to myself
I'm goin hard as I have to
Fuck it I'll ruin my health
This what you call the Big Apple
This where you rot if you let you get put on a shelf
King of the castle in socks with the sandals
A village of vassals in suits and Chanel
Keep it movin never stand still or you get trampled
Put a few tools in the belt
Scoop the krill eschew the shells
Cook a meal consume the kill brush the gills
A root canal's not on sale
The Devil's in the details
Me? I'm in a Coupe De Ville yeah
Loose skills what I use to build the foundation
Now they get dude is real
You know it's diligence due when you do a deal
If it was only one weapon I'd choose a shield
Riddle me that or would you rather be dead?
Put a battery in a back and that's a battering ram
We be happy to use a head
For anything 'cept for planning ahead
And the bank know we need the cash in advance
They call it hedging a bet
As a matter of fact
The most tactical attack is to practice defense
It's not right but parry the left; redirect
Exacting revenge make a man a marionette ah!
Look what I do to myself
I'm goin hard as I have to fuck it
Way that I'm usin my health to accrue all my wealth
You'd assume I'm suing myself
True to my well known traits I stay
Root of my selfish ways I stray
Only to-do I make is to prove to myself some day
Or there'll be hell to pay
Cuz I'm a mental case with a gentle face
Burning my earnings that's crème brûlée
I ain't playin unless I'm gettin paid
Cuz I ain't sayin nothin just to say it
Just sayin
I'd rather be straight up than complainin
But nowadays everyone is afraid of the confrontation
Are you takin shots or just pump fakin?
I'm done with these fuckfaces tryna paint me as ungracious
They would play me for dumb if I was
And would pay me in chump change if I'd take it
Nothin you say could be treated as factual
Deceitful people with capital
Seekin to feed you a mass produced Happy Meal
And if you eat it then that's on you
But I guess we all do what we gotta do
Look what I do to myself
I'm goin hard as I have to fuck it
Way that I'm usin my health to accrue all my wealth
You'd assume I'm suing myself
True to my well known traits I stay
Root of my selfish ways I stray
Only to-do I make is to prove to myself some day
Or there'll be hell to pay
Look what I do to myself
I'm goin hard as I have to
Fuck it I'm usin my belt
Whippin that ass forth and back
Assuring that I'm truly felt
Melt fools with abrasive prose
Raisin the roof of the vacant home
Take it to the limit and push it over the edge
In a minute you gon be entering the danger zone
Make it known we the shit
Take the throne and then plead the 5th
Hand on a Bible I swear to God
If she leave the spot with me I'll please the bitch
Skeet and dip bust and bounce
Dirty motherfucker with a dusted style
Make rap pay till I cop a PJ
I'll take to the sky then I'm jumpin out
Crush the ground and break through the crust
If you a regular man this stuff would toe tag ya
Me and you? We're not a similar person
In the center of the Earth I'll be swimmin in magma
Maybe I'll build a lil place down here
Put a lock on the door and I'll think of a password
I'll send an invite to the Devil's wife
All night blowin her back out bendin her backwards
Then I'll pop back out to the heart of the city with a manhole cover medallion
Tie a rope swing off of the Brooklyn Bridge
Swim one mile? Fuck it I'll swim a thousand
Gimme a mountain I'll chop it down
Get your father I'll knock him out
Until I get eliminated I ain't calmin down
I got my face all bloody and I'm on the ground ugh!
Look what I do to myself
I'm going hard I have to
Fuck it I'll change my life
Make my way to the light
Arrange my brain with a knife
Set my sights on a gig in the sky
And fry every gigabyte in my digital drive
A live wire gon rise and fly
Assumin my divine intervention arrives in time
Where I'm good and ready for it
Nevermind I don't wanna know
I wanna be living according to what I feel in my soul
It could go in any direction
It doesn't make any difference
I keep it movin illuminating a room in a prison
But livin life for the vision of others would be inadmissible
I'm kickin over the barricade and takin a grip of dough
Flippin the middle digit and dippin in a rented Rolls
Look at what I do to myself
Look what I do to myself
I'm goin hard as I have to fuck it
Way that I'm usin my health to accrue all my wealth
You'd assume I'm suing myself
True to my well known traits I stay
Root of my selfish ways I stray
Only to-do I make is to prove to myself some day
Or there'll be hell to pay
Written by: Jarv, Robin Hartzell, Robscure
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