Rewind - Music Box lyrics

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There ain't no choice hear my voice

There ain't no choice hear my voice

There ain't no choice hear my voice

New Sound is the joy

The more I hear this Music Box

The more I get worried

Don't hear any live music, think I'm going deaf

Tryna join my team now someone get the ref

They pushing on my balls reaching for the net

Feening for some magic, get off my John-son

Now we getting known but we also getting blown

Napkin flow, these niggas got tissues

Me I'm fucking sick but I don't know my issue

Rappers spit, I puke my adam's apple

Searching for that eve that music shit I breath

Ya gon suffocate the day that I leave

But that never gon happen, Rewind gon stay

And that Music Box is stuck on replay

What do I hear this shitty ass music

Shitty ass lines, shitty ass rhymes

Where's your origin they respond with the toilet

Guess they farted gassed themselves up now they think they homage

Homage? more like Homer

Yellow ass shit, hard in the paint give yourself a boner

On that Joker, I hope you playing games

If that's what you call music, ears need a aid

There ain't no choice hear my voice

There ain't no choice hear my voice

There ain't no choice hear my voice

New Sound is the joy

The more I hear this Music Box

The more I get worried

My ipod is my bible every night I say my prayers

Judgement day just passed, why didn't God take us?

Living in a world where the fake is a replica

Of the truth, now I gotta shoot

Cuz ya ain't got a shot

Saying ya can cook ain't got shit up in the pot

Me I build it up from the bottom to the top

Like soil to a crop or a soul to the knot or a bullet to a glock

Talking bout your clothes, I'm talking bout reality

Real recognize real and nigga you's a fantasy

Talking bout the struggles in life and situations

I'm tryna get situated just gotta be patient

Dropped my first video there's many more to come

Must be stuck on stupid if you thought that I was done

Many ears in the world, none of them are open, all of them are closed in

Many voices in the world but who's really talking?

Who's really walking, let's trade shoes let me see you do what I do

In life there's many problems, I ain't tryna solve 'em

I just wanna make 'em clear, load and revolve 'em

Damm I gotta hurry before it's too late

Real Hip-Hop and mainstream need a date

If you thought I was lost, this tape proves your wrong

School, work and fam had me gone too long

The fans been waiting, the haters been hating

The critiques have been patiently waiting

To be stating what's good and bad

To me it doesn't matter cuz I do it for the fans