Some People Don't Die

Closed up in my room I've been hearing tracks Hearing trash things Before kickin' ass Spitting blast But it's not enough to kill some weak wack Motherfucking bad corny people Thinking that they're doing fire Cringy liar Nonsense artists that's pathetic Scarlet violence at my hearing Acts and fractures, let's forget it Worst ever harvest: summer ending They hear without having a listen They cheer without taking a lesson They flee to watch on dailymotion The chicks who be like "I'm in a session" They feel like they wanna be legends But here they just be like obsessionnal kids Grown with dream and inaction From genes they get into depression If people don't trust conventions They stop debate with opression Like "that's our right of expression" But shit, that's music from Satan My ears bleed incompetence So please repeat the question Is it me that you wanna lessen? Please fuck this and go somewhere else I said go somewhere else You won't get into me Please, do something else I said go somewhere else Let them do whatever they want They're only making remakes Is it a crime, Does it hurt when people remix? Open eyes and look closer They're violating rock Violating rap And even assassinating tracks Get their money back They won't get a dollar out of that These kids gotta crash Go back home and listen to what's dad saying Instead of being trash By covering queens of the stone age Stop blowing up With your modern cover garbage Make your own thing By creating your own fame Or disappear now for killing what people create I said go somewhere else You won't get into me Please, do something else I said go somewhere else