Tier On3 - Cup of T (Prod. Diractbeats) lyrics

Verse 1- (Tier On3) My futures stuck inside my window Thats why they call window pane the rear of view No wonder why my cranium has to feel low I'm blessed with a curse to exempt my fear of you Enough rappers in the game Wheres the real poets I'm about to smear the fools They think they got the sk**s When really there stuck inside their beer and boos All you rap about is woman attired cool Do you think its cool getting high at school What a regular person can go ride and do It ain't dope to get a girl inside your room 2 Chainz, Soulja Boy, Lil Wayne, Kanye For the love of god step up your game You make me kick my feet off the chair So I can pray for the noose to hang You ain't dope the only thing good Is the chorus and the beats that you gotta make If your looking for true talent Close your skies and open the heat escape Strange music funk volume slumerican And shady records be todays Top underground labels but don't get Recognized for the efforts that they make This ain't a I.M.O.H. remake (Ill Mind of Hopsin) It's all my thoughts smashed upon one brake So that everyones minds behind me Can notice the music that they play through waves The time I take to write these lines With popped highs why even bother to try When I don't get the credit for my design Or be noticed for k**ing my multiple rhymes Chorus 1- What happened to all of the old Music that they had used to feed The public now its all out sold Would you drink show me what it means To drink the cup of t Verse 2- (Tier On3) I won't stop till I get to my destination I put all my heart into my respiration My goal's to pa** my biblical dedication Parents told me set fire to your nation Be admired by your education The rap today gotta be a fake renovation It's all the same drink & smoke replications I'm on guard about to destroy on hesitation Busting at the federation No more patience Bursting my sense of tasting Through the wall of truth it has no latency Eyes over me I don't want to be paid in threes No mater what I try to write To make my spirit fly to get it simplified The high that I imagine its a crippled tie Tighten up the loose noose and drip the dry I just want a normal life with a normal wife Soar up high be able to afford my drive The accord in eyes I wanna record my life On torment cries boarded up porous plies He planned for me to write Now look where i am now it ain't no lie My lyrical abilities about to hit a fine line Want to be rapper yeah now it comes to mind My choices always come with a bind That my hoaxes are never half as nice Witches bout to cut my string with a scythe But its golden so live and apply my strife Bad rhymes go straight into the garbage line I picked a pretty girl an iris pardon lies Then she stabbed me inside my hardened eye Life on the road no free ways or starving signs Chorus 2- Verse 3- (Tier On3) Told myself to keep pushing if I'm stuck Keep learning gradually as i grow up Cuz you gonna look back and so oh f** I never knew the meaning of booking up Bad grades all of it taken away So I sit and daze to the times I throw away My clock is broke because time is money And my a** is never getting paid My life is on the line I'm hooking up with flying pain He cuts himself with a knife When he needed help dealing with the pain At least I had a friend Who could relate to me I could stay up And text him and I wait to see A response about my life and not made feel weak The drums of life is a super hard ba** to beat Contradicting if I have feelings Cuz my mind would have never have caved in If my skull was a well built ceiling If my rope didn't knot i could have made ends Get closer you'll see what I'm revealing The cage of lucifer and Michael is what I'm unsealing So when all hell brakes loose and I'm going psycho You know what time your pride gotta be squealing Your a midget in this game No one to look up to cuz theres a major shortage Your tracks a record torrents RI double A those energizer legs only run in portions In the fast lane peddle to floor bish Sting like hornets poking gore hit I'm wanted cuz my music has a warrant Don't meddle with me you won't get awarded Chorus 3- Verse 4- (Tier On3) And if ya don't know the label is independent And yes i confirm my status is a rapper Not the kind on christmas The kind on halloween Bite into the mix blades inside yo teeth To bleed out your seratin And if your head can't imagine that Then take your a** out to the crapper back Cuz thats where my sh** is based like a turkey's rack I give no thanks cuz I make choices with a sawed off face To paint a picture with a three headed dogs long race Represent my drugged out sneakers walking hot on pace Cuz thats where most of my Mary J is always laced b**h Tier On3