BENG BENG COCKTAIL LYRICS

"Why Hip Hop Doesn't Rhyme With Hope"

Get back in the Dark, you stab me in the back
You're like the Nasdaq, your place is at the back
Of the bus coz there is something you'll never be able to find out
You think your verse hits like an arrow, dreaming being the king of the Soho
But you hate and you're fake and your breast, turns quick like a fucking “mégalo”
Your flow is so low, your mind is so closed, wherever you go, you think you're a pro
You've just been a pseudo, like one week ago
You raised your ego, it was your first show
And then, the next day you wish not gonna be the same
Maintaining a bottomless ignorance
My pain is as deep as the big hole in your brain
What remains? Nothing, but everything you should feel ashamed
You stand here, but blame anyone who dresses not the same
You wonder why your style is not yet a billboard worldwide
Even little brother said: "it'd fit better to a cow than I"
You loose, the few of soul when you get to the interview
You are screwed, when you showed, lyrics were not written by your
Left-hand, right-hand, anyway you never learned how to use your hands
Pulling at its peak the ignorance, that's in your head

You build a character of a wealthy criminal
Without style, you don’t reach Al Pacino’s role
Your aims and hope are just led by the Hype
You get some good sleep with it every night
I wonder why Hip Hop doesn’t rhyme with hope
I wonder why it’s always linked to this fucking dope
Your aims and hope are just led by the Hype
You look for input where there is no light

Since we said that the way you’re dressed
Hasn’t got better since you were eight
I would not use one of my shirts to be my carpet
Now, I understand why your name doesn’t rhyme with taste
I guess you need to take a breath
Or you gonna receive stuff to your face
You love to make some video clips and again do pretend to be in the list
Of genius singers that we can call real artists
But a real one does not pay a woman to take part in movies
He respects the gender and don’t even think wearing fake jewellerys
Never gonna be the one you think
Since expenses are more than what gets in
You wanna buy a nice car, an Aston Martin,
You “pimp your ride” with a shitty green
But you didn’t know how to read your balance sheet,
Would have been an appropriate thing…
So you headed to the bank, with plenty of crank
Looking at the guy that tells ya : “Man, money is all spent”
And the rap idol asks for money to the bank
And the bank says, “Yes… Well… No you can’t. With your budget, you better buy a pant…

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