Get My Message by TMA (PRT) Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1: TMA]
Always loved to play this infamous paper
I kick beats and you can call me a beat raper
Rated R section from your daily newspaper
This nasty lyrical skill maybe my game changer
Im on a hard seek for that number one spot
Lacing verses, bumping beats, working ma way to the top
You've listen ma heart now you gon' listen ma brain
You gon see me spark I swear ma flows is insane
Jump on this fuckin' trap lets be hypocrite together
As I claim I'm hard as iron and you soft as leather
Do I have to say these stuff to be heard as a rappa?
Cuz if that's what u want I can do it forever
Im hoppin' you got the message, if you don't it don't matter
Cuz the ones that don't understand are the ones that are whacker
That support the phonies and don't know what realness is
I ain't claiming I'm real cuz I just is what I is
[Hook: TMA]
Exhausted of this simulated bars
Exhausted exhausted exhausted simulated bars
Please get my message cuz I doubt you will
Please please please at least try, promise me you will
[Verse 2: TMA]
Feels like Im coming up from a childhood hangover
The end snapped like a muthafuckin' crossover
Throw me back the time when I was a crown holder
Im still a king, but my minds growin' older
Im getting colder, the older and older I grow
And Im realizing this is just a fake ass puppet show
They rock the same beats, they kick' the same flows
They rap about dreadful topics like money, weed and hoes
Im prayin ' God please keep ma fantasies on one-hunned
In a city wheres shallow mentalities are so abundent
Feels like I'm trapped in a hopeless fuckin' dungeon
And I'm firing pen bullets so I don't get hunted
I always wonder, where does happiness reside?
Maybe it's in a place, wheres there's no pride
There are No thoughts, just emotions, no plans that collide
So I replied, baby I tried, to get us that joyride
[Hook: TMA]
[Verse 1: TMA]
Always loved to play this infamous paper
I kick beats and you can call me a beat raper
Rated R section from your daily newspaper
This nasty lyrical skill maybe my game changer
Im on a hard seek for that number one spot
Lacing verses, bumping beats, working ma way to the top
You've listen ma heart now you gon' listen ma brain
You gon see me spark I swear ma flows is insane
Jump on this fuckin' trap lets be hypocrite together
As I claim I'm hard as iron and you soft as leather
Do I have to say these stuff to be heard as a rappa?
Cuz if that's what u want I can do it forever
Im hoppin' you got the message, if you don't it don't matter
Cuz the ones that don't understand are the ones that are whacker
That support the phonies and don't know what realness is
I ain't claiming I'm real cuz I just is what I is
[Hook: TMA]
Exhausted of this simulated bars
Exhausted exhausted exhausted simulated bars
Please get my message cuz I doubt you will
Please please please at least try, promise me you will
[Verse 2: TMA]
Feels like Im coming up from a childhood hangover
The end snapped like a muthafuckin' crossover
Throw me back the time when I was a crown holder
Im still a king, but my minds growin' older
Im getting colder, the older and older I grow
And Im realizing this is just a fake ass puppet show
They rock the same beats, they kick' the same flows
They rap about dreadful topics like money, weed and hoes
Im prayin ' God please keep ma fantasies on one-hunned
In a city wheres shallow mentalities are so abundent
Feels like I'm trapped in a hopeless fuckin' dungeon
And I'm firing pen bullets so I don't get hunted
I always wonder, where does happiness reside?
Maybe it's in a place, wheres there's no pride
There are No thoughts, just emotions, no plans that collide
So I replied, baby I tried, to get us that joyride
[Hook: TMA]