Wararchy - Theory Hazit feat. Scribbling Idiots, Scribbling Idiots, Theory Hazit

She likes to manipulate, I like to womanize

If it’s about give and take, then why we rubbing thighs?

We say «You know I don’t love you» right into each other’s eyes

Maybe that’s the problem: afraid to open to the pain love provides

The greatest moment in my life is when I found her

Tapped into her power, the opposite of a coward

The scent of beautiful flowers every time got devoured

Falling deeper and deeper in love, losing track of the hours

The toughest times in my life always centered around her

Losing sense of who you are only makes the problem sour

So how am I supposed to stay humble and act like I don’t care about her?

When I’m embarrassed, that’s how!

Plus I don’t smell the flounder

Don’t wanna waste no time with a Debbie Downer

When I’m ready to pound her like a mastermind from behind

If I find something out about her, watch how fast I’ll pull out of this noose

Make her sing the blues while she pays dues for you know who

And there ain’t nothing truer

The rarer I live, the poor are a newer bluer

With that said, a little dab’ll never do ya

All cat everything for me and my crew of

Artisans looking anything but bipartisan

Winter coats, hoodies, wind breakers, and cardigans

Even rocking into LA looking harder than

Masticotti with a 40 and a Dodger brand

And we all fit in, wearing it and singing it

Cold, cold world that we sharing and keep bringing it

Boys in blue got the night stick swinging it

That’s only one of the reasons I keep lingering

I’m still tryna make it on the Wake Up Show

But every day I wake up, I just blaze up dro

Got a way with wordplay always be talking

But it’s hard to chase your dreams if you’re sleepwalking

Networks only connect when your net worth

A fee for some guest work, so much for friends first

It’s strictly business when we spitting written this

Send them the beat, they’ll send you sixteen, no interest

No overdubs, you lucky to get an ad-lib

Lucky if they practiced half a minute 'fore they rapped it

Yeah I’m agitated, I want my respect due

I’m not Captain Caveman 'til Snoop call me «nephew»

I’m not quitting 'til I meet B-Real

Thank him for Cypress Hill and the Phuncky Feel Tips

You feel this?

You must be a mad rapper too

Either that or you just have the blues

In between two jobs, I praise the same to God

To keep my sanity in, avoid the vanity sin

Cuz once calamity’s in, I rebuke with a gun

And I refuse to become a slave that rules to the shun

By the system that fails cause our system is hell

Sometimes I drink away pain then I’m under a spell

No wonder I failed, it rains thunder and hail

It’s fun to rebel, but I call it a night

Some call it the blues, I’m tryna kick it with you

But the club got rules, they don’t like my shoes

Cause they blue suede true, I don’t gang bang

I write good rhymes that go bang-bang

This world ain’t changed, cops go bang bang

Rappers still can’t sing, rappers still can’t sing

Rappers still can’t sing, rappers still can’t sing

Rappers still can’t sing, rappers still can’t sing

What are we doing?

All we do is fight each other

Because we love so hard but in the end we hurt each other

Here comes the rain, back again

Baby I have an umbrella

I got my armor on, I’d go to war for you

It seems like this fight lasts forever

«Pick your battles, fight the good fight»

Says the man that never took a step in all walks of life