Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Spit (Prod. Sylence) - Deuce One

Blood, Sweat, Tears, and Spit (Prod. Sylence) Lyrics

Chorus:
Blood, it proves my heart is working, Sweat, because I'm hard at work and/
Tears, because it's hardly worth it, treat me like I'm not a person/
Spit, it's my retaliation, I'll be in the alley waitin'/
Spittin this ridiculous, amazing 'til the ground is shaking/
Verse 1:
Mr. Mogan not Mr. Mathers, sickest rapper spit disaster/
Listen as I rip the track up, twisted yeah but, it's a matter of/
Finding ways to get the stacks up, violent rage, I get so mad but/
I just ain't no pistol packer, crime and hate'll pick ya ass up/
Lie awake and pick the pad up, listen yeah cause, I'ma let you know/
Might upset you though, leave sets exposed and necks get broke throughout every note/
Hard to digest, check it though, give me a mic and a metronome/
That heart in ya chest'll be hard to protect like the U.S. border with Mexico/
Who is this? Show me where the booth is and I'll do the shit/
Stupid kid's, Deuce is sick, and about to rule the music biz/
I'm too legit to be a failure, move the kicks, them feet won't fail ya/

Just do the shit, don't beat me down, yo Deuce forget what people tell ya/
It's hard to go to war and fight when you got no support/
Why I'm frozen for, just standing shoutin out the open door/
You know that ain't goin' cut it, stop the fucking stallin, frontin/
If it's all you want then I'ma call your bluff, it's all or nothin/
Verse 2:
I'm here to change the game, but that aint all I'm here to change/
My spirit hates on everything that's why my lyric's rage/
I'm gettin crazy waitin, prayin for some clearer days/
Ain't another rapper that can see me when the mirror breaks/
Blood, I'ma show you mine, because I know you like/
That twisted shit, with sickness in my penmanship, I'm so alive/
Sweat, work harder than you lazy rappers all have been/
Followin the path I'm on hard as shit, but I'ma win/
Tears, because my heart is real that's not a joke it's how a feel/
Sick of bein passed by every trash act without an ounce of skill/
Spit, that's my meal ticket, listen, cause I'm real with it/
This is how deal with shit, stickin what I feel in it/
Ain't a basketball thing, but I'ma pass Lebron James/
In terms of cash that I bank cause I'm jack of all trades/
Stupid fakes better lose the hate, Deuce is great/
I do and say and mix every fucking move I make with/
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Lyrics submitted by Jerrod.