A story most rappers won't touch - MONDAY BARS 15 (PROD. Moo Latte)

This Doechii type beat was something I was looking for a while without even knowing it. This was the type of beat I had to be real on for a bit cuz I got some topics that I'm passionate about. Of course I still like what I regularly do, but this sort of thing hits different. Thanks for listening.

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🎹(PROD. Moo Latte)
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LYRICS:
Y’all mundane bars got me on Monday bars
Play no games yet I came with monkey bars cuz
I’m a chimpanzee rippin’ bitches spittin’ Lysterine
In blood Yankee y’all silly British bitches, Mr. Bean
But I mean I’m indigenous to gettin’ ill with it
So sick I kill with spit, and it only gotta hit a few
Like flu soon spread ‘round world nothin’ you can do,
Just need one hit to land like ship, can’t quit horizon in view

I got drive that stays high with gas in fumes
Stop signs pay no mind, bring it to thighs if Imma have to
I’m talkin’, Yabbadabbado, walkin’ down the avenue
Bamm-Bamm in my hand, hope it ain’t mad at you
My rhymes takin’ lives with massive tombs
Can’t hide from these lines fingers like knives I’ll take a stab at you
I’m talkin’, Babadook, knockin’ I got aptitude
Sandman ain’t this man hope you’re not nappin’ dude

Bars harmin’ you, armed to the teeth with bark, Marmaduke,
Grillin’ deliberately, every bit of me fill the Barbecue,
Cookin’ up more art than Martha Stew
Kill on delivery, they live leave their livers like they had all Advil in a pharma group (“BARS” after kill on delivery)

Now let me lay out how abortion really works
It ain’t like the glorified commercials it’s really worse
First,
Let’s just skip plan A,
Cuz I don’t really like the feel rather risk than pay
Oh and lips, hands? Gay.
Don’t worry ‘bout it babe I pull and pray
And now it’s a bit too late for plan B,
So damn she pregnant and I’m beggin’,
I’m too young for a family
So babe listen, you ain’t ready for birth,
Gotta think long term, “What’s your life really worth?”
And either way it ain’t a real baby,
Maybe one day it’d be,
But you have to do it for the sake of me— you!
I don’t know what to do…
A few months later and I’m not in the mood
Never mind precautionary options
You need to choose
I love you, but you not in your right mind
Problem is pregnancy got your sight blind
And it’s the truth
This time it’s final
Proceed with the procedure or we’re through!

Can’t be back on it if I’m never off it
No profit but I know I’m soon to gets lots of it
Making hits with no Bop-it tip top with no topic,
Talkin’ any I’m on it, just send me the topic
In the comments I don’t care if you’re obnoxious cuz YouTube’s been killin’ my progress
No matter the options since April 1st my new shorts dropped heavy in views, HAHAHA FUCK YOU
still

I got drive that stays high with gas in fumes
Stop signs pay no mind, bring it to thighs if Imma have to
I’m talkin’, Yabbadabbado, walkin’ down the avenue
Bamm-Bamm in my hand, hope it ain’t mad at you
My rhymes takin’ lives with massive tombs
Can’t hide from these lines fingers like knives I’ll take a stab at you
I’m talkin’, Babadook, knockin’ I got aptitude
Sandman ain’t this man hope you’re not nappin’ dude

Cuz I never sleep, up all night and every day the week
So I never dream, what I write and think I make reality
I’m the origin of originality, spin the fallacies that y’all have, right the banality
Fuck the formalities, the ones that made ‘em up there’s none with morality
On no Adam Eve, but y’all snakes in apple trees
Casually committing vicious acts
But you call yourself Christian just to act like an ass?
So tough in the back of the class
Kindergarten so clear you never passed
Cuz you never learned to use your words
Just got used to naps
Preschool knowledge so many losers lack
Listen it ain’t about skin pigment it’s what’s underneath
Cuz I’m benign in my politeness but I’ll bring ‘em to knees
Think I can’t? I can sir and imma spread them cheeks like a malignant disease
‘Til y’all extinct and dizzy
Say I’m yappin’ but fact is you’re speakin’ ignorantese
I’m a rap language major reachin’ master prestige
My class don’t matter to me my instinct is to teach
And I don’t ever miss a beat every chapter I read