Round 2 K.O x Rap God ( Joyner Lucas x Eminem ) #remix #mashup

Pearly Gates

подсос тани пудж нищий + мой подсос(главный)

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prod by. corn
cover by. vacuumi
mix&master by. me

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Джонни Депп w/ LKID (prod. corn)

Dead flies

They said we were born free…
but they wrote the script before we could speak.
And they call that choice?
They call that life?
They call that truth?

I call it strings.

Strings on our thoughts.
Strings on our fears.
Strings on the parts of us
we thought were ours.

Yeah, I’ve been watching the world
dance to a rhythm it never chose,
people marching in circles
like the path is all they know.

Politics preaching salvation
like they weren’t the ones
who lit the fire.
Religion drawing borders
on souls made of stars,
calling it “higher.”

Culture selling cages
painted in colors that blind,
telling us we’re “free thinkers”
while rewriting what we find.

And we swallow it
hooks, lies, halos, flags,
like we’re so scared of the truth
we’d rather break under the drag.

Everyone searching for meaning
in the ruins of a system
built to keep us down,
praying to the sky
for a heaven designed
by the same hands
that profit when we drown.

Funny how they call it “faith”
when fear holds the rope.
Funny how they call it “freedom”
when the cage gives you hope.

We’re just puppets
strings tied tight to the stories they feed us.
Puppets
told what to love, who to trust, what completes us.
Puppets
marching to a beat that bleeds us.
And the saddest part?
We don’t even see it happen.
We call it life…

But we’re puppets.

I’ve seen people build beliefs
like walls around their pain,
then worship the ones
who gave them the chains.

Heard prophets and presidents
sell miracles made of fear,
promising heaven or safety
if we fall in line right here.

They say the afterlife is waiting
like a prize for being tame—
but funny how the rules of heaven
look exactly like their game.

Culture tells you who to be
before you even breathe,
teaches you which mask to wear
and calls it “identity.”

Truth is
we were born wild,
born burning,
born questioning the throne,
but somewhere between
the cradle and the coffin,
they turned our fire into stone.

And we nodded.
And we bowed.
And we clapped.
Like the show wasn’t about
keeping us small
while they grew loud.

They don’t need fences
when they own your beliefs.
They don’t need chains
when you kneel willingly.

We’re just puppets
living in illusions crafted for control.
Puppets
holding onto lies like they make us whole.
Puppets
souls on strings sold as “goals.”
And the cruelest part?
They teach us to love our prison.
We call it faith.
We call it culture.
But it’s puppets.

I’m not saying burn the world
I’m saying wake the hell up.
Every story that they hand us
comes with poison in the cup.
Every truth they “teach” us
has a price we never chose.
Every heaven they promise
is a tool to keep us closed.

Fear is currency.
Control is art.
And we’re the product
torn apart.
This isn’t chaos
it’s a blueprint.
A masterpiece of limitation
sold as purpose and salvation.

And we buy it.
Every. Single. Time.

Look
If devotion needs obedience
it’s not devotion, it’s demand.
If freedom needs permission
it’s not freedom, it’s a brand.
If truth can’t survive a question
then the truth is just a scam.

They don’t want you thinking
they want you scared.
They don’t want you rising
they want you prepared
to follow the line,
follow the leader,
follow the faith,
follow the feeder.

We’re raised to kneel,
taught to trust
the crowns that rust,
the words that dust,
but tell me
why do the ones who preach of peace
always pull the strings on us?

We’re just puppets
minds locked tight in someone else’s vision.
Puppets
taught to chase a future built on fiction.
Puppets
dancing in a cage and calling it ambition.

But here’s the truth
I’d rather tear these strings
and bleed on the way out
than die believing
their illusion is my mission.

Yeah…
We’re puppets.
Fucking puppets.
But we don’t have to stay that way.

Puppet

I always pictured myself strong
Not this trembling version,
Not this fake king with cardboard armor,
Not this man who breaks
Every time life whispers instead of yells.
Yeah…
This is me talking to the mirror,
And the mirror ain’t impressed.

I hate how scared I am,
How one little problem feels like a war I can’t win.
I hate how I freeze up,
How my voice dies when I need it the most.
Talking big dreams like I’m meant to rule something,
But can’t even rule my own thoughts,
Can’t even fight my own panic,
Can’t even walk through a storm
Without shaking like it’s judgment day.

Everybody wants to be a hero
But I’m the type who’d drop the sword
Before the fight even starts.
I talk about lifting mountains
Like I can’t even lift my own heart.
Man… that’s the part that stings the hardest.

I dreamed of power.
But I’m powered by fear.
I dreamed of greatness.
But I can’t even think clear.
I dreamed of being unstoppable
But I’m stopped by everything near.

Look at me
Stressing at the smallest noise,
Shaking at the smallest choice.
How am I supposed to be a shield
When I can’t even trust my own voice?

How do I protect the one I love
When I fold under pressure like wet paper?
How do I promise forever
When I break in the middle of “I’ll try later”?

I’m tired of this weak version of me,
This knockoff,
This cheap copy of the monster I wanted to become.
I’m tired of pretending I’m built different
When I’m built like a pile of fears
Holding hands and calling themselves “human.”

I’m weak.
God, I’m weak…
Not the man I swore I’d grow into.
Not the hero I imagined.
Just the echo
Of the strength I wish was true.

But maybe
Maybe weakness isn’t the end.
Maybe the fact that I’m breaking
Means I know where to begin.
Maybe I’m not strong yet
Because I’ve never had something worth lifting myself for.
Maybe I never climbed
Because I never had a reason to reach the top
Until now.

Yeah, maybe love is the fire in my lungs,
The spark that tells fear,
“Move aside, he’s not done.”
Maybe she’s the reason
I’ll grab the walls of this pit
And drag myself up
Even if my nails crack
And my bones split.

Maybe I’ll learn to stand.
Maybe I’ll learn to swing.
Maybe I’ll learn to breathe
In the middle of a storm
Instead of hiding under everything.
Maybe the weakness I’m drowning in
Is just the version of me
I’m supposed to kill
Before the real me begins.

I’ve been scared so long
I forgot fear doesn’t own me.
I’ve been weak so long
I forgot strength grows slowly.
I’ve been lost so long
I forgot climbing starts
With reaching out for something holy
And she’s the only thing
That ever felt like “go.”

Yeah, I’m weak
But I’m done staying down.
I’m done letting fear be king,
Done letting doubt wear the crown.
If love is the push,
Then watch me rise from the ground.
I’m weak
But not forever.
I’m weak
But I’m learning how to climb now.
Step by step, breath by breath…
I swear one day
I’ll be the man
I dreamed about.

Weak

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Cindered Heart in the shadows
coffin cough syrup sip
Dead rappers on my breath
tastes like government spit
They buried me broke
but the worms paid rent
Now Lesstat's back on stage
with a stench well spent yeah yeah

Coffin crackin’ claws carve cities in flame
Cindered creeping crooked clown-thieves lose their name
Chains clatter clergy choke congress feeds the same
Currency corrupted I collect what power claims
Coffins lined with contracts undead signin into the grave
Blood-borne bargain bankers beg it fuels my game
Bulletproof baptism black hood hides my frame
As sanctums shatter senators sob we stake our claim
Spotlight severed stage set for the reign
Every verse precise corruption carved in pain yeah

Dead but I’m livin’ risen still sinnin’
Cindered don’t crawl I’m already winnin’
Elevator eyes steel tongue grinnin’
Coffin to the alleys my empire beginnin’
My empire beginnin’

In the alleys on the stage
globe locked in a cage
Governments gag
congress cracks in rage
I sip from the veins of the so-called elite
Drag ‘em out mansions
leave ‘em starved in the street
Let’s see
how they like some E B T
Yeah let’s see how they like some E B T

Rapids of rhymes relentless rage refined in prime
Rotting royalty ruptured rivers rust and dry
Gory gospel growled gladiators grind through grime
Graveyard grins gather gutted gods in slime
Maggots mock the jury every verdict born of crime
Corporate carcass crumbles crooked crowns can’t climb
Crimson contracts carved corruption’s grand design sublime
Flesh fuels fever faithful flock to fatal chime
Fangs flash fury fractured their fate falls out of line

Dead but I’m laughin’ hunger keeps stackin’
Every beat bleeds crowd fiends for the crackin’
Cinder don’t bend I’m the end they been lackin’
Tomorrow’s the grave but tonight I’m attackin’
Tomorrow’s the grave but tonight I’m attackin’
Tonight I’m attackin’

Sip from the chalice drip venom on lies
Kick out false prophets in their bullshit disguise
Inject the elite with their own disease
Crowds chant my name till the angels freeze
Scriptures combust every sermon in flames
I carve revolution breakin world power frames
Breakin world power frames
Bitch you laughin
but they be chantin my name

Murder melodies microphone maulin’ men in masks
Ministers melt monarchs mourn markets collapse
Venom verses vicious visions violently vow
Vaults vanish vagrants vulture victors now
Savage sermons spit statues split silence slain
Shadow sermons sung satellites scar the brain
Global grave digger godless grin on tour
Give the fiends fire now they hunger for more
Now they hunger for more

Dead but I’m livin’ risen still sinnin’
Cindered don’t crawl I’m already winnin’
Elevator eyes steel tongue grinnin’
Coffin to the alleys my empire beginnin’
My empire beginnin’

Dead but I’m laughin’ hunger keeps stackin’
Every beat bleeds crowd fiends for the crackin’
Cinder don’t bend I’m the end they been lackin’
Tomorrow’s the grave but tonight I’m attackin’
Tomorrow’s the grave but tonight I’m attackin’
Tonight I’m attackin’

Back to the box breath breaks bones bite back
Buried but breathing black blood beating track
Coffin coughin’ claws clutch cinderstone script
Cycle still spinning sanity slightly slipped
Tomorrow I rise tyrants choke on their crowns
Thrones turned toilets when the king gets drowned
Brutal but brilliant banquet built on scars
Barrel mouth bleeding bringin’ back the stars

Blood in the ink the curse is spun
Shadow swallows the blinding sun
Angels clipped their feathers singe
Now it’s time for bitter things yea

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Blood running

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