Letra da Música Half Man Half Amazing de That Kid Era

Ayo this rap shit I figured it out
Life I spitted it out
Coochie's like a treasure for era you know I'm diggin it out
So go & tell em they fucking with real rhythm
Got my fitted and my cross I practice surrealism
I tell the haters please, get scraped like graded cheese
And fall like faded leaves, I'm colder than 8 degrees
With a windchill factor thats like 32
Asking for 16 and I bet I gave em 32
Half is blood and flesh and kno the others unexplainable
I'm still tryna touch what they tell me is unattainable
You see me soaking up this life while its draining you
Popping shit and you hating too
I would quit if I'm lame as you
I keep it raw son I'm big daddy kane'in you
You think I'm running game with you
I'm probly taking aim at you
I got the wild style always been a foul child
Blow the izzy til were dizzy then I see we out now

Chorus - (samples)

Verse2:

Now when it come to new shit I ain't playing nothin
Cus rappers tend to speak words but they aint sayin nothin
And now these people popping shit keep the hating comin
And other bitches on ya dick when ya name is buzzin
Damn, I mean they say im on some other shit
And then they fall in love with it
The second they discovered it
Haters try judging him rappers they aint touchin him
And labels wanna sign him but they wanna keep his publishing
Fuck it I wrote rhymes never speak in class
Used to rock the bong in the party and just get weeded fast
Full is how I see the glass
Holla'd when I seen that ass
So I dont really have regrets when I see the past
Other rappers they dont have any balls
I took my giz and wrote my name up on her vaginal walls
Are they hearing me baby
I think there feeling me baby
I'm having fun but this rap shit is serious baby

Chorus (repeated)

Verse 3:
Ayo now if you gunna ask my government is kenneth
I live up in the burbs with my mother and my tenant
My little sister too but no my family aint extended
You could step in to the cypher but I wouldnt recommend it
Cus I aint gon rap about weed all day
I speak pain and I let the pen bleed all day
My lifes a story you watch me you read all day
Used to stand around the table now I eat all day
And baby I sick of rappers
All of you twitter rappers
Looks like you went online and just spit a status
Don't care about oz's dont care if you blow trees
I heard the sky box is better than nose bleeds
The game a stay the same we just change how we viewing it
We gon paint pictures while you other brothers doodle it
So calm down just incase you were new to it
Its that kid era suck a dick and go & google it


Yea man, ya minor we major... shout to up north, critiq... lets get it.