MC CMT - Strange Rhymes Can Change Minds (Prod by ASBØ) [Music Video] 4K

Written by - Harley Chambers Performed by - MC CMT Produced by - ASBØ    / prodasbo   Filmed by - Connor Leferink https:www.lefbrainproductions.com Recorded by - Aaron Carpenter https://www.fifty50studios.com Official debut music video by MC CMT - Strange Rhymes Can Change Minds https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Onec...   / mccmtofficial     / harley-chambers-671665058   Lyrics - Mhm a melodic beat I’ll speak methodically The way things ought to be It means a lot to me I turn rhyme schemes into crime scene With punchlines and wordplay In crunch time on a workday Do I take the time to make it rhyme To try and find the right line or a lifeline? I had concepts out the ass to grasp But at last I surpassed the vast blast Of what was asked and amassed To this lad who has the pizzazz To act as a class act whereas In the past I was an outcast Concepts out the ass to grasp But at last I surpassed the vast blast Of what was asked and amassed To this lad who has the pizzazz To act as a class act whereas In the past I was an outcast What the fuck? Now obviously you see the novice in me I’m not as pretty as an anomaly Nor am I a novelty Cause it’s hard as hell not to stray When you lose every part of yourself Along the way But fight tooth and nail and the truth will prevail If you do you won’t fail Even when you think you’ve lost it And you’re on the brink of exhaustion Becoming as extinct as a fossil And you’re sinking into a pothole But I need to step up the pressure I need to take a breath of fresh air I need a refresher course on asserting force I had concepts out the ass to grasp But at last I surpassed the vast blast Of what was asked and amassed To this lad who has the pizzazz To act as a class act whereas In the past I was an outcast If I just kiss ass and say yes sir I’ll never kick ass and be the agressor I must strive for success and nothing less or One day I’ll be more of a mess Than a nerd in a sweater vest With a pawn at best on the chessboard There’s a cash prize To put my past life on a flash drive when I backslide I capsize in slacktides and get baptized In bad vibes when we last spoke I was a fat bloke who was flat broke From ignoring warning signs like pouring wines and snorting lines while mourning in the morning time I’m more inclined to scoring nines With the ambition of a man on a mission Who’s will won’t break but would kill to take a break I’m real not fake and hella dope Like the Hubble telescope Playing games with your head like the James Webb I had concepts out the ass to grasp But at last I surpassed the vast blast Of what was asked and amassed To this lad who has the pizzazz To act as a class act whereas In the past I was an outcast We link when I’m in town Drink a round of crown and gin It’s her kink to get pinned down In a thin pink gown and bound by men (What? That’s gross) I found a friend We link when I’m in town Drink a round of crown and gin It’s her kink to get pinned down In a thin pink gown and bound by men I found a friend