New Day by Hitman-X Lyrics
[Hook]
[Verse 1: Hitman-X]
I was desolate and sick of an old passion
Bowed down inside the motherfuckin' action
Till it desolate my faith, the shame and the sentiment
I've been absent, i put my wraith till you hesitate
You a fuckin' absence, desperate you're unexpected
For betterment, you're rejected write a letter for the better
Incase you meant for the better, go back inside the trailer!
So ironic, demonic, my face goes chronic but you're the failure (heh)
Now come to garbage artist behind the carpet of your place
Won't come up much yardage, go ahead toss my lyrics up
Maybe you can help me cross 'em up, little baby weeper
I got hands of a reaper now go ahead little lady keeper
You still debating waiting to grow to be rich
With a foul witch and a dog to die in ditch
I'll catch a high pitch up in the sky where i fly to break a stitch
Who itchin' to snitch, you'd be famous if you take a switch, bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: WATM]
Uh, it's a new day
Another chance for me to listen to what you fools say
About my raps and if I'm spreading cool waves
This game's, full of critics and cruel ways
I see all these talentless pricks
Blow up while the news plays
But I'm getting better from every, wednesday to Tuesday
And in the end it pays off cause while brays lose pay
I could be blasting tunes in cruise, it's new day
But I'm not looking for shit ton of glitz and glammer
As long as the mix keeps landing lethal hits with a hammer
WATM and Toby Man have arrived in the manor
So all bow down, kiss my feet and put up a banner
You may wonder what's happened to me
I've been rapping you see
While I've had all these hater that are laughing at me
I laugh back at 'em and say crap to 'em
Don't care what you say because, uh, it's a new day
[Hook]
[Verse 1: Hitman-X]
I was desolate and sick of an old passion
Bowed down inside the motherfuckin' action
Till it desolate my faith, the shame and the sentiment
I've been absent, i put my wraith till you hesitate
You a fuckin' absence, desperate you're unexpected
For betterment, you're rejected write a letter for the better
Incase you meant for the better, go back inside the trailer!
So ironic, demonic, my face goes chronic but you're the failure (heh)
Now come to garbage artist behind the carpet of your place
Won't come up much yardage, go ahead toss my lyrics up
Maybe you can help me cross 'em up, little baby weeper
I got hands of a reaper now go ahead little lady keeper
You still debating waiting to grow to be rich
With a foul witch and a dog to die in ditch
I'll catch a high pitch up in the sky where i fly to break a stitch
Who itchin' to snitch, you'd be famous if you take a switch, bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: WATM]
Uh, it's a new day
Another chance for me to listen to what you fools say
About my raps and if I'm spreading cool waves
This game's, full of critics and cruel ways
I see all these talentless pricks
Blow up while the news plays
But I'm getting better from every, wednesday to Tuesday
And in the end it pays off cause while brays lose pay
I could be blasting tunes in cruise, it's new day
But I'm not looking for shit ton of glitz and glammer
As long as the mix keeps landing lethal hits with a hammer
WATM and Toby Man have arrived in the manor
So all bow down, kiss my feet and put up a banner
You may wonder what's happened to me
I've been rapping you see
While I've had all these hater that are laughing at me
I laugh back at 'em and say crap to 'em
Don't care what you say because, uh, it's a new day
[Hook]