Rules (feat. CusaX & Lizzy Tamayo) [Radio Edit]

The rules are there to be broken You're not a revolution Calling all my freaky nation Get up, stand up, let's sweep them out I am not like popular kids I'm a freak, I'm original I am scarred, I am broken Don't conform just keep standing out I've kept my composure for years and on But when I get so involved with my fears I'm gone I got a book full of words called a hook or a verse And I cook and I burn any looks I get turned at There are rules and guides you are a fool inside I got the tools I'll use 'em to reduce your mind To fucking juice and die I'm in the booth to rhyme I spit the truth since I haven't even sniped your lines Psycho like kanye? nope, but I'm an asshole Going on nineteen, yep, and finna blast off People to please got tons until the last straw But you motherfuckers should latch on I used to be against what made sense and now it makes sense Beat so hard, f*ck you up and need a pain med I've evolved and now I make hits Last one doesn't count so now I gotta say this The rules are there to be broken You're not a revolution Calling all my freaky nation Get up, stand up, let's sweep them out I am not like popular kids I'm a freak, I'm original I am scarred, I am broken Don't conform just keep standing out I didn't know better Was going to go get 'em Flowing like, bro, I had to open my soul, get out Depression take a minute to finish my fucking lesson Now I'm out to get it and finish what we just didn't When I pick up the pen, all I think about in my head Is all the people who were telling me I wouldn't commit Now I'm here and appearing they'll never hear it to fear it They're here in spirit, I killed 'em with written lyrics Spitting, blathering, splitting some fucking atoms and bitching till they are adament Cusa is fucking out of it I'm proud of it Even if I'm fucking wild and I've kept all of my rythm and given you it entirely Got the streets alert, I'm on the beat to hurt Gotta teach these weaklings how a G traverses With some bleach detergent Better clean your hearse 'cause when I creep up on you Better start to worship When I bury 'em, bury 'em Like malaria-laria Not a fairy to carry 'em out the wearier areas I'm a terrier barking I'm walking round with no harness You better bet I'm the target Spit the venom I'm venomous on it The rules are there to be broken You're not a revolution Calling all my freaky nation Get up, stand up, let's sweep them out I am not like popular kids I'm a freak, I'm original I am scarred, I am broken Don't conform just keep standing out What the f*ck is on the radio nowadays About eight thousand other people who sound same I douse shame on every name or hit piece It's a sour game when everyone out to get me