Subject Matter by Veybur Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Looking through my raps
Stars on my computer screen
Spitting so hard all alone know what I mean
Get it, ya feeling, these words got you reeling
All immersed in the meaning that my verse is feeding
I got it wrong though
Cause I’m giving food for thought
But I’ve been waiting long
And it's not what they want
People are just thirsty for the sound of Pitbull jerking
I guess it’s not the worst thing, I’ll just keep on rehearsing
You can just swallow and wallow in the nursing home
Of music where you belong
Good production: sick song
I guess technically a person can’t spit wrong
But why do rappers now have to suck, Big Sean
Get pissed on, I’m a rhymer, I got another track
Just line her up add her to the queue right in the back
Glean what you can, I understand though
White boy raps so dull he spits so slow
All I do is spit facts, rip rhymes, and get daps
I got A DD in my lab so I zig zag
From topic to topic, get nothing done bro
And to top it all off, this industry’s cutthroat
The final product we’re rocking here is not the hottest
Not what I’m about not a prophet for profit
Keep it honest and devout, get this track and just rock it
Headphones, head home, ignore the world that’s caustic
Lofty perching soul searching my inner person
Constantly learning while the monsters are herding
Listen to my wording be you veteran or virgin
Become a better version, be your own mental surgeon
You got it, I’m on it
I’ll impart all my knowledge
Live slow, think fast, don’t fret about the dollars
Screw the squalor, never falter, uphold your own honor
Be the kinda guy that can never ever stand taller
[Hook: Ciriac]
So don’t tell me to call ya
And I’ll tell ya to leave
(X2)
[Verse 2]
Lady Luck, Lucy Lui, on the kid’s latitude
Coming up quick swift though I’m still not 22
Modestly, but honestly, the whole world is your property
Just find your niche and beat the mean, take these words audibly
See if they can take you far, back to when you thought big
No cares had your parents, just a little wee kid
Happy for no reason, crappy feelings fleeting
Most recent problem was a knee or elbow bleeding
Screamed for what was trivial, made you plain miserable
Now you cope with your problems hitting that medicinal?
Here. Gone. Life is like Snapchat
Before I know it I'mma have to cop that grad cap
2016, CLAS
See all the stress causing cardiac arrest
Be the best you can be, pat your back, pack a snack
Those are the three things to take from this track
Keep me in mind, and I promise you’ll be fine (Right?)
Effort, confidence, and the food to unwind
I say no commas no pause until your period’s
Over, live life fast but never too serious
Mic couldn’t handle ya, very nice like Pamela
Borat flow cause I show it all on camera
Kid’ll get what’s comin', cause spittle from this youngin’
Is worth a little more than the kid has been frontin’
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Skinny white boy has all the people snoring
Keep deep sleeping yeah my thruster’s only warming
I’m seen as a Mormon, me?
I’m missionary boring
Just a mic no bike that’s how I’ll be touring
Foul line Jordan, jump up to the stars
No lid when I spit sixteen of these bars
Kill it quick kid hits swifter than a wrist slit
Might be a misfit guess it’s cause I’m six six
Realer than a Tila tape, got you on a squealer’s gape
Sweat from my skull I need more towels than a Steeler’s game
Yeah my head might be hot cause I’m spitting straight fire
Why are these burning thoughts always there they perspire
Out my mouth don’t be loud, never ever spook the crowd
Keep it mellow that’s the memo all else is not allowed
Sounds like the industry crowns their kings fiscally
A litany of artists no ability or dignity
Allright, fine, I’ll be that guy they snooze on
Don’t be mad at me just because I’m nuanced
Guess they’ll never move on, drooling on that futon
I’ll just make a new song, hope you aren’t too gone
[Outro]
I actually...kinda like Big Sean though...
Looking through my raps
Stars on my computer screen
Spitting so hard all alone know what I mean
Get it, ya feeling, these words got you reeling
All immersed in the meaning that my verse is feeding
I got it wrong though
Cause I’m giving food for thought
But I’ve been waiting long
And it's not what they want
People are just thirsty for the sound of Pitbull jerking
I guess it’s not the worst thing, I’ll just keep on rehearsing
You can just swallow and wallow in the nursing home
Of music where you belong
Good production: sick song
I guess technically a person can’t spit wrong
But why do rappers now have to suck, Big Sean
Get pissed on, I’m a rhymer, I got another track
Just line her up add her to the queue right in the back
Glean what you can, I understand though
White boy raps so dull he spits so slow
All I do is spit facts, rip rhymes, and get daps
I got A DD in my lab so I zig zag
From topic to topic, get nothing done bro
And to top it all off, this industry’s cutthroat
The final product we’re rocking here is not the hottest
Not what I’m about not a prophet for profit
Keep it honest and devout, get this track and just rock it
Headphones, head home, ignore the world that’s caustic
Lofty perching soul searching my inner person
Constantly learning while the monsters are herding
Listen to my wording be you veteran or virgin
Become a better version, be your own mental surgeon
You got it, I’m on it
I’ll impart all my knowledge
Live slow, think fast, don’t fret about the dollars
Screw the squalor, never falter, uphold your own honor
Be the kinda guy that can never ever stand taller
[Hook: Ciriac]
So don’t tell me to call ya
And I’ll tell ya to leave
(X2)
[Verse 2]
Lady Luck, Lucy Lui, on the kid’s latitude
Coming up quick swift though I’m still not 22
Modestly, but honestly, the whole world is your property
Just find your niche and beat the mean, take these words audibly
See if they can take you far, back to when you thought big
No cares had your parents, just a little wee kid
Happy for no reason, crappy feelings fleeting
Most recent problem was a knee or elbow bleeding
Screamed for what was trivial, made you plain miserable
Now you cope with your problems hitting that medicinal?
Here. Gone. Life is like Snapchat
Before I know it I'mma have to cop that grad cap
2016, CLAS
See all the stress causing cardiac arrest
Be the best you can be, pat your back, pack a snack
Those are the three things to take from this track
Keep me in mind, and I promise you’ll be fine (Right?)
Effort, confidence, and the food to unwind
I say no commas no pause until your period’s
Over, live life fast but never too serious
Mic couldn’t handle ya, very nice like Pamela
Borat flow cause I show it all on camera
Kid’ll get what’s comin', cause spittle from this youngin’
Is worth a little more than the kid has been frontin’
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Skinny white boy has all the people snoring
Keep deep sleeping yeah my thruster’s only warming
I’m seen as a Mormon, me?
I’m missionary boring
Just a mic no bike that’s how I’ll be touring
Foul line Jordan, jump up to the stars
No lid when I spit sixteen of these bars
Kill it quick kid hits swifter than a wrist slit
Might be a misfit guess it’s cause I’m six six
Realer than a Tila tape, got you on a squealer’s gape
Sweat from my skull I need more towels than a Steeler’s game
Yeah my head might be hot cause I’m spitting straight fire
Why are these burning thoughts always there they perspire
Out my mouth don’t be loud, never ever spook the crowd
Keep it mellow that’s the memo all else is not allowed
Sounds like the industry crowns their kings fiscally
A litany of artists no ability or dignity
Allright, fine, I’ll be that guy they snooze on
Don’t be mad at me just because I’m nuanced
Guess they’ll never move on, drooling on that futon
I’ll just make a new song, hope you aren’t too gone
[Outro]
I actually...kinda like Big Sean though...