Letra de Dysphoria | Clout Chaser - Hakeem Prime

Dysphoria -

They reach for the crown, but they never bled for the throne

Critique the field cus we built it

Outta struggle and bone

You quote the code but forgot it’s carved in conflict and pain

Then penalize the ones with skills like clout chaser is not hip hop’s name

You mfers let mumble rap become hot

We are not the same, make a idahoan put you up on game

You want a “champion” but only the ones that look tall on screen

Then shame ya tribe when they find the ones that claim the fame

This culture’s code in chaos— hieroglyphs hidden in the Red bull cypher

You judge the hunger from your couch, but ain’t wrestled with the fire

Gatekeeper on the wave, I watch em break on the reef

I speak tsunami— when yo opinion barely puddle

Beneath

Skill ain’t dead, but notoriety the currency now

So I ghost through your rules like I’m studying Tao

Consume it or shut the fuck up, but don’t twist up the essence

I rap for scars, not applause from yo passive-aggression

Listen to the message!

She want the

Woo woo x2

(speaking on a loud speaker)

I would never let them play me like ain't that nigga

In any city unlocked the frequency just so

They can sense a nigga

You can live lavishly in a tragedy

Or live in ya means happily

They worrying about my choices

I might pull a sonny and serve em handsomely

Yee yee

This that will smith

This that sisco

Them lies gotta go (them lies gotta go)

Aye Its embarrassing

They stole from Randy O

Then claimed the win just for pretend

The smoke cleared folk

2Pac died in Nevada, & repped for the Bay

Now you pull a Grand Theft Auto just to ride his wave

You wanted good cred

So I changed the temp & cranked it (to the max)

See I’m just showin’ y’all that few, men really matter

Don’t need a co-sign, I’m signed to the moment

Every contradiction. I expose it, now lil man own it

Cause he didn't want em

If the west up then imma should push up

And lyft the rest up

Everyday I claim a dub from my plug

Blowing them angels

Got em crunched under presser like a Pringle

He not mike he black Kurt Angle

He want to hide after this

Homeboy he dont want to tango

Why the pop star your rival, and I’m too easy?

On stage with bell bottoms dressing sleazy

Owe hoping the boy take it easy

This ain’t logic, that’s plot of the con man

Tell em one moved the king

Now there's beef in every thread like

They forgot what one peace can bring

It just take a few men to rewrite the code

No fold, no pretend

I’m labeled to the trend

I’m Oakland-bred, no loaf!

On mamas, I bark and bite —

Straight from the den like my twin

Yeah we In the fight

On tour praising your biggest enemies

With frenemies

They Say I’m a clout chaser? That’s ironic

He gave clout to the chasers, no deposits for they labor

Sound Iike a plot twist to me

I’m mobbing off the tension, since you left the friction

Woke enough just to see the play

I tell it and im from the west so i guess im dirty dirty

Talkin’ legacy and ethics, but y’all pick what apply like

ICE i’m trying to slap one nice cause they took Maria

Trying to hit them with a Macarena

Let’s face it the midget is a screensaver

They trying to hit them with the green paper

Cause he’s a lucky charm

They tryna hope that the hypocrisy don’t mean no harm

Im bout to rollem up like a burnt river farm

He can’t reply to he real rap

He can't reply to the real slaps

Thats a penalty

Make believe crown make em get on they knees for the time being

And we ain't joking they just floating (????)

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