THE SOUND

By Modenine

Released on August 25, 2016

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Verse 1

Fans try to quote me , cos my bars glisten

But they mess it up, cos they DonT listen

I blame it in the ailing educational system

Every youth wants to be famous without the wisdom

They all about the fake shine and the glitter , u talk to them and they will say you're bitter

They'll rather sell their soul so they can trend on twitter

Going viral like the Ugandan baby sitter

You do anything for a like on Fb mode got stripes like an old school referee

The best be the polymath from any angle bro

Painting pictures over your head like Michael Angelo Sistine Chapel ceiling. You stand below the Level that I'm spitting on

Im champagne you fosters

You act like you trash you deserve the Oscars

Sounding like another mans like wearing his boxers

Verse 2

Eyo!! Walk in my shoes before you criticise me

The industry powers,that be they victimize me

No hard,feelings I manage my anger wisely

Cos I be repelling negative energy from enemies

I got that elephant memory

My venom got no remedy

Still need a brain scan

No love ,they don't mess with my name brand

They disrespect me as their main man

They even got me side lined from their game plan

They shake me and wave me aside with the same hand

Then they hit me up to coon for the cam damn

Another free cypher I'll pass

The outcast casting gem stones to wild pigs

He got bars but its all about the 6 figs

If I was dealing oil and gas with like 6 rigs

Forget the skill all the hype will be like this big