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Consider Yourself Warned (2014)

by john wesley

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Descend 00:48
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I started by giving you brace yourself And how it made you feel, I have look farther than your face to tell Brace your family, consider yourself warned Let’s come together, and watch hell mourn Good defeats evil, there’s no showdown Been watching the world unravel and wrote it down If you didn’t know, then you know it now Ladies and gentlemen welcome to my second go around I remember when I had my mind and almost lost it I saw the bodies that you were hiding inside the closet I’m just a man, thoughts, a pilot, and Microsoft Office You can either choose to be a prophet or make a profit Forget tradition, I would prefer to do both And say what needs to be said because you won’t Before continuing it’s essential you prove to me You even understand what this instrumental can do to me You’re putting your entire life on the line Trying to be my wife believing I am right in my mind You’re using prayers as weapons I hope that you’re aware they’re annulling your marriage at the reception I swear that these amateurs are obsessed with Inception Planting ideas they stole in the your minds – arrest them I offer advice, experience, and suggestions 15 bucks for an hour and twenty minute session so you can Is rap dead and in need of a resurrection? Your fans put your record in for a second and press rejection You think you’re so dope; stop – I doubt you kill it We need to stop for a minute talk about your feelings because uh, When life is quality love is the stipulation You’ll suffer when the policy’s hate and manipulation You won’t apologize when you’re severing all the ties If Waking disoriented by empty bottles of wine But if you sever ties when you’re wearing a suit and tie It’s like you’re severing the bind between you and the suicide I grew up the youngest of six and it might have to do with becoming this sick as if it was something I wished and I don’t mean sick as in amazing at what I do I mean whatever’s wrong with me came to me and it’s coming for you You offer disproval, saying you can’t get used to me As if I care you’re not a fan of ambiguity so you can Good evening, welcome to my album, only if I Could, be me, then I would leave this asylum and this Choir of demons, then I could be free and not be Required to seem even keel when I flip the script I have written and get Even, and resemble what I run away from I mirror the horrors that manifest once they come I try to counteract what I asked for, but since it’s my fault I’m too consumed in what’s unseen as soon as it’s nightfall I used to dream when I was under my own spell But now I look at what my immaturity viewed as likely like ‘oh well’ If you can’t see the tragedy there you’re in danger of being too far gone And subsequently like me you accept it with no choice but to march on Soldiers only lay down and die when they feel they have nothing to stand for Looking the devil in the eye and shouting’ is this all you’ve got I DEMAND MORE’ Can I really hide in a church to avoid Satan OR is that exactly what he wants Cause if I stay there then I help no one and it’s all about me and the ambience I finna comeback with a riddle but given the fact that I’m on one On what? Whatever’s got me so high strung, yet undone I wonder if all of this wondering’s even worth the time I invest in it Be a church of open arms and healing, not the one with the best image
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yoSWAGo 05:44
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LTB 01:21
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I know you want to be a princess at an inaugural ball But you only have one glass slipper, see how far you can walk Before you try a pair of someone who's never talked to a god you live for everyone else your paths might be crossing a lot dramatic, hearing the choir singing falsetto voices in my head or are spirits making the walls echo rap to me's a notebook, a desk, a pen and me by myself I have no other choice, my wrongs won't write themselves I got the lowdown on heaven and now I’m high as hell and I’m good at keeping a secret as far as I can tell sometimes I say things, just so I can mess with your mind a song is worthless if it doesn't have you pressing rewind we can see right through your no attempt lyric sheets you won't have a problem with stolen music or piracy I’d tear your church down to limit the damage that you've done but then you'd waste twelve million on a new one how do I get you to listen? whatever's written is just my attempt to speak my imagination and let you live in it everything else is really secondary how do so many forget that their imagination is imaginary don't mean to celebrate the fact I have a troubled mind or complain or subliminally say it's awful oh woe is me in double time thought that I’d be a legend for sure until reality set in and monsters coming for my head crept to the door no wonder my mother would tell me that I’ll be dead soon coming out of my bedroom, blood from another head wound honestly, I’m feeling pretty discouraged thought the music would handle itself, I’ve never been this nervous so if I talk about razors and wrists it’s only cause I’m talking to those who’re so depressed, not using a razor’s a risk so if this twisted playground seems basic and sick I’m offering solace to whoever needs a place to exist I’m so thankful, yet ready to say to hell with it Hopefully it goes to show emotion is relative Not trying to release ‘Brace Yourself’ again I’m more concerned with word of mouth, rather than selling it I’d say I’ve been pushed to my limit But I know at the end of life I’d give everything I could to relive it what good is it to make light of perceived problems If you hate life, my advice would be to never come at all or leave often That’s why every mistake I’ve ever made taunts me Or maybe it’s because I put all of the blame on me I thought writing it down would get rid of it Once and for all, but it didn’t, not even a little bit Actually it only made it worse Cause now when I perform the song I relieve it all while I say the verse So I have buried all my secrets deep inside, but they’re buried alive By now I thought they’d be barely alive but no, see keeping a secret’s like planting a seed and as it grows it produces guilt from the branches and leaves and you’re starving to tell the truth so bad that you eat it the whole thing, then go to the next tree and repeat it
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Yung Soulja 01:23
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Circumstance 04:55
Your critics say to move it along Nowadays you’re doing everything but proving them wrong I’m just saying, if your enemies are so right How is it they have the time to open the book of life and ghost-write They’re either written in it or not, given the plot Of a Calvinists view of the everlasting infinite God It’s no coincidence the incision is off, is it not Your epiglottis that the knife is on – it’s written in song Cause if you end it now, that’s how God intended it He ended it, your sentiment and friendship was bent a bit, he’da mended it But that’s how it was written; enjoy your third class ticket to hell God bless, I’m wishing you well He didn’t mean a word he said to you, hence in gratitude You were never indebted to, therefore God is dead to you And if you never knew of Jesus which is a lot of you He didn’t want to save you it isn’t that he’s forgotten to love, live meaningful A necessary belief often is unbelievable Sometimes you get stuck in redundancy Sometimes you get stuck in redundancy Sometimes you hide behind redundancy Substances become your peace reluctantly Circumstances helped you get to heaven luckily But maybe life is mystery and it’s lovely Life is about YOU and what Jesus has done for YOU Not about what you’ll do for others now that Jesus is in you How your life has been blessed but already has too many things possessed by possessions and haven’t learned anything So you’re a Calvinist or salvation’s circumstantial I struggle with this, I don’t just start a verse and ramble Christians, I’ll make you squirm as you lay in your sheets Life is a game I was given and I’m not playing for keeps Would you believe me if I had nothing to say All I’ve written is my imagination running away If you differentiated would there be no sense in it? that’s so ironic – no, it is coincidence No predestination, there is no written list If you could see your gravesite, would you go visit it If God already selected who is saved Then there is nothing left to do but die and tell him **** you to his face No, I understand, it occurred to me The feeling of being saved is a great security I admit this is because of me struggling (drop) I feel selfish even thinking of God’s love for me Man, I could be a theist in secret You have no say in what faith you’re born into – believe it Predestination, I’ll send a Calvinist to Calvary And send him and his predestined family off a balcony I guess it was a
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Beau Warren 01:40
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Headache, 18th page of this paper [THAT’S YOUR JESUS?] – save me from this savior Face-first [OH!] raise me from this razor Before [FATE] intoxicates me and I chase her Run away now, an affair is too believable And you take every lie that he feeds to you and you eat em all Girl, get out now, even if you need to crawl Don’t go through with it now just because there’s a ring involved [FAITH OF A CHILD] – a Bad or a good thing Is a child my entire life something I should be? Stay together – eventually – American dream But what happens when this dream puts your marriage to sleep? Is that all she wrote when you’re drunk calling home [I NEED SOMEBODY, MY RING FINGER IS AWFULLY COLD] We fell apart slowly, and it was my fault I know and the answer to “will you marry me” should probably be no Please [FORGIVE ME] I’m in love with misery And the inspiration given is insult to injury You’re about to witness our ability to judge The heroes that we disprove of and the criminals we love Our eyes will not stop lying [BLIND ME] [DISMEMBER HANDS] I have a ninety times better chance of finding Neverland Go ahead and shoot me; you’d be doing me a favor Burn everything I’ve written, including this piece of paper Don’t take a single word I say the way you perceive it Clarity was slain; and now is laying in pieces Double life at night, shouts cries, shallow lies Feeding lines of “how you’re mine”; out of alibis Infatuation consumes; what do you say to a man When the one you’d least expect has his face in his hands He gave her what he had; she gave it all back Thank for playing that song yeah, now play it again Hand in hand, a woman, a womb, and a man Romance, a rumor, the truth and a catch Proof of the incident, the room, and a past And she’s gone – no looking back – poof – and that’s that That sinking feeling in your stomach won’t settle Until you realize the aroma of those rose pedals They throw sugar and kisses on everything And make you steal so many glances that it’s a felony If it was heaven when you met it will be hell to leave Infatuation doesn’t care about your well-being And it will tell you not to stop, and get what you deserve Until one or both of you is drowned, obsessed, dead or hurt You can’t disguise your depressing appearance And there is no justifying when you’re second guessing your marriage And if you [ARE] happily married you need to look hard in the mirror And remember that first time that she brought you to tears
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johnye wes 03:15
Time is money, money talks, but talk is cheap If that’s correct, how much does it cost to sleep I was gonna lock my lips, but then I lost the key Died of thirst while drowning in a sea of irony Sargent’s bout to get promoted in a major way Suicide isn’t going to cut it, so put the razor blades away I’ll take a pen and a tape of dre It’s funny, you love money, but you’re afraid of change If demons get scared, how come the ones in me don’t I can’t decide if they’re powerful or a placebo If I caught her, one of her friends would be like, where did she go Don’t video tape her, tape her, then video (yes) in this example, my demon’s she devil (focus) them suffering – not me special Been there, done that, claimed to hate everything The problem is the demons convinced me that they better me So here I sit, unchanged, don’t listen to a hater speak I knew nothing and now my faith is wavoring Must I have negativity to fake serenity I blame my tendency to assume that you’re making sense to me Problem is, you think I need to eat dinner While you walk past a half naked homeless family in the middle of the winter Weak case for a creator, please visit us You’re going to hell, but we offer deliverance You seem innocent and we don’t meant to be hypocrites So we’ll take your salary in exchange for three memberships As for the church, god wants it to be sinnerless If your god wants to love you, bring him here, we’ll belittle him Forget rap, this verse, and sixteen lines, its All worthless if you’re never getting rewind-ed Watch what you say, you will get assassinated (snap) just like that – quit staring at the aspirin take it If I can stay awake I’ll try and finish what I started You’ll meet the surgeon if you ever disrespect the sergeant You may have heard of him; the dead call him Beau Warren You go against him he’ll introduce you to post mortem It’s gonna take two whole prescriptions to be revitalized Heart beating and heavy breathing reading the Bible twice You’re not feeling this – you’re totally numb Mouth shut; fans will decide on how rap is supposed to be done I’m sick and tired of you amateur writers Saying you set the booth on fire every time you’re inside of her So next time you fall victim to the violins Remember the tape and the value of rewinding it 4 years it took me to get anywhere close to what I’ve become 3 albums in and haven’t even remotely begun 2 albums coming so consider yourself warned Just another LP for you to sell short Say your prayers to the virgin mary, motion is granted She’s my drug, I call her o.d. over dramatic since I realized I could change lives with an ink pen I take advantage of lines, don’t over think them Normal’s either appreciated or coveted You can bury the truth, time will uncover it Life in peril if you’re living ritualistic Come home, found, bound, covered in the mistresses lipstick You and I are not alike You couldn’t impress me if you stole the Mormon prophet’s Bike Some feelings can’t be brought back after their dead Can’t burn pages in the book of life once the last chapter is read You think I’m even wondering what you consider me I’ll still take the beat and beat it until its history And so be it if you disagree Time to say a prayer or eulogy and put the beat out of its misery.
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Two nights in a row you see him and say to him You heard his material and you think he’s sensational But you didn’t know the moment he awoke from it He was hoping that more than his fantasies and his notebook would notice it He’s angry, but knows there’s nothing to be upset about It was just a dream and now he has settle down All he wants in life is to write his thoughts on the page But as he grabs the pen he feels them all slip away He’s losing his mind, doing nothing new with his time hearing the same three songs, play the music, rewind and play it again, until his memory memorizes it half studying and half mesmerized by it speeding over a bridge with a backseat full of kids with the intention of never being seen again and he’s swear on his life you wouldn’t care if he died taking his stereotype all the way to his burial site Mentally I’m a wreck and waiting to bomb If you ain’t me you wouldn’t know; you’d think I was paid to be calm the blade isn’t calm; it wants a slice of my heart The blade’s a pen, begging me to write love on her arms [PLEASE, DON’T GO, NO!] I don’t want these demons gone I’m not afraid of em, I scream at em [BRING IT ON] been so tense, a nervous wreck, and getting so bent out of shape Anxious, angry, and stating complaints as if I’m proud to say it I must have went through change, I don’t know how I get this way I have a dream with her and I, and I get so upset I break A mirror, lie to myself, make-believe my head is safe Spend half the dream picking up the pieces and sleep the rest away Girls upset me so I’m getting close to letting go The overdose and I go steady, so a take a steady dose The medicine is so pretty, she and I are pretty close And if she breaks my heart I hope paramedics inject me slow [WAKE UP] “Stop asking me questions, I need my privacy” It’s not that I have secrets to hide – I’m just hiding me I’ve experienced such a heightening in my anxieties If you could read my mind you’d cry if you could see the kind of things I fight about with fantasies, people, and society it won’t stop until the first night I take the mic and breathe “This is John Wesley- let’s see what he can do” “John, you’re on, you hear everyone out there? –they believe in you” I don’t know if I’m ok because I feel this way What can I do Everything that bothers me It makes me who I am So I feel this way I’ve heavily considered ending everything But I don’t want to give victory to the enemy To everyone from my past I’m sorry There is no time to waste, life is a heartbeat So consider yourself warned, I’m a liar I hide inside the lowest depth of my empire Give everything you have away Will you suffer to better the lives of those who suffer everyday
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I can’t just write about you, I have to be in the right mood And you aren’t even on my mind anymore, mind you Remember? I asked about our future and you said forget it I did what you said but now you’re asking that I recollect it My wife and children are all that I protect in essence So I ^ couldn’t care less if you feel the need to protest the message shh, don’t make a sound and be still something about the American spirit that’s evil I can’t put my finger on it but I don’t think I want to My skeletons only come out to say “we’re coming to haunt you” The paranoia turns me into a zombie Cause they don’t actually haunt me, it’s the thought of em doing it that’s haunting So what if they come for me, I could use the company Plus I’m never too productive when I’m living comfortably More churches that don’t hate, is something I would love to see Beliefs you’re born into can be difficult to unbelieve Today self glorification is a fashion statement America’s not a country; it’s a procrastination What kind of afterlife will you have after you pass away from Living, less you hate life and you’re standing at your casket waiting Is there more power in a pastor praying? It seems like either you or someone you know is or was a cancer patient The more you have the more prone you are to aggravation But hey, you couldn’t care less what a rapper’s saying I haven’t been the same since my engagement My faults and guilt look at me in amazement What happened to the old you; there’ve been too many changes A lack of faith has made me complacent Usually, you write regrets so you’re erasing the pages Writing makes the pages take my anger and erase it Not sure of Jesus as a savior But be thankful, creating the world doesn’t mean you’re obligated to save it You know so little and only regulated in basics Heard of the impoverished but never felt the pain on their faces Donated one dollar once after feeling like you had to You have more spiritual questions than I could ask you I’m not about to dream failing to know that I’m awake Too many fail to dream and as result only get a wake I don’t hate gays so take the record and set it straight Might as well be a family reunion so many can relate I know, that was a poor use of imagination It’s difficult when dark thoughts of death are the admiration I love the thought of one day if we could banish hatred And we already spoke of everyone being a cancer patient So whether literally or part of an analogy The only way you’re innocent cause of technicalities Unless of course you’re a Calvinist can’t help but not accept that God would be allowing this Life is surprises, usually aren't gift wrapped Kids go off to college; parents learn that they're mismatched Dad realizes his daughter doesn't fit in his lap And starts feeling bad when his kids ask about his past You wake up and your kids are not in preschool their actions start to say "we no longer need you" could have been better parents, things we wish we could redo we see the big picture, all this time was just a preview millions sell their souls to retail while billions sell their souls to buy retail, buying from every street sale guys asking why, how many lies can she tell I never thought I'd do this just so I could keep a female kids sitting at their college desk, wondering why they gotta stress through the process this degree seems like a lot of nonsense the devil says - I never really wanted to turn to violence but unfortunately you're on the wrong side of my fence it's hot as hell, but I’m alive and well and as for you I’ll sew YOUR mouth shut and not kill you so you can survive to tell I know I make a great name for myself don't I soon you'll realize there's not a tactic that I won't try see they want you to believe I exist in drug addicts non-Christians, Hollywood movies and thug rappers so they talk a big game, build churches and write hymns unknowing that I've really manifested inside them spend ten million dollars just to build another brick house if they expand, they justify the finance with big crowds but those who really need it aren't allowed in or get kicked out it's like a hospital closing up to keep the sick out I’ve mastered this plan, see they keep the offering build more church and never really see the irony every now and then they'll donate a little bit just so everyone feels like their charity's legitimate buying plasma screens, renovation, decorations if no one calls ridiculous I guess I'd better say it congregation getting high off the music that's playing never underestimate the slight of Lucifer’s hand and I don't refer to the devil as a real person it's how I reference our internal selfish inertia millions die daily of hunger and thirst while our biggest concern is making sure that nobody curse what’s even worse is they're not thinking logically they spend money to praise God but way less on getting rid of poverty I have them in my grasp, just look at the time lapse less fortunate die fast, and look where their mind's at paving new parking lots, hang the right art or not in terms of hypocrisy, this mind frame's hard to top baptize in Culligan, give everyone a bulletin your prayer means nothing, your hands, you're not folding them never seen a war, you say life is hell but if you really knew what hell felt like you would kill yourself see I’m the devil, and even I know what’s right to do but it's up to me to put a lust for you inside of you look at the way you live, so why conclude you know me, and don't you dare say that I’m confused cause even I can see your life is a waste You couldn't walk in the shoes of the underprivileged or let alone look em right in the face.
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I’m a heretic, and a muslim I am nobody, not some one If it’s in your best interest to become one You will feel your initial beliefs coming undone Will somebody please do something, I’ve had it Ok, but I am not lying, I am a catholic I have bad habits, I’m half masochistic My sarcasm is elaborate and sacrilegious Every song you have is nullified On the grounds they’re putting me to sleep as if you’ve written me a lullaby Rap wasn’t meant to be a dance floor, bullets fly People give their lives, and sometimes a soldier dies It comes as no surprise, divide both sides Christian Atheist Muslim east west coast sides Instead of claiming knowledge, maybe wonder why It’s the same thing on both sides, like a butterfly How can I make it so you don’t lose interest? Is a woman or music your number two mistress? You can pray to whoever you want or do penance Who you thought you once were really isn’t you, is it? Break the bread and drink from the cup of the lamb you killed You’re either a liar or misinterpreted cannibal I’m your new father, so don’t mind that hand you feel Yeah, God is alive but his hands and feet are standing still Ignorant kids haven’t seen life at its bitterest Biggest issue with you is an addiction to cigarettes Come to this with a glass is half empty approach You can take two glasses half full and empty them both I’m a get a head start I’ve decided long ago that life is my war and rap is my death march Will be a lot of people killed by staying in the pulpit Preach by walking the streets willing to take a bullet Prepare yourself for LTB, Beau Warren and Ivan I rap with Yung Soulja that’s how for war I am Beau told you less your old self is on the floor dying You’re in danger forced silent by yourself and scorned by it Lynnette, these people think they know depression Shoot they should go and visit grandma on her death bed And tell her every reason why their lives are less than pleasant You saw the rest the world your cardiac would get arrested I spent a lot of time asking “where the party at?” now it’s worthless, can’t take it back, I’m sorry that I left my sister on the doorstep in the rainstorm Saying I’ll change more or less when the pain’s gone I don’t rap to be right; I rap to be real problem is real can be fact, really fake, or the way you feel don’t have a dollar but let’s make a deal Let me give my life in place of yours, I’m not religious but I pray you will.
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