John Anthony - Karma Lyrics

(Yeah)
It's time to bury these artists, I'm getting very distorted
I beg your pardon, but this mumble shit has barely just started
Half of your music ain't art and the other half is retarded
I'm getting dumber by the day I keep on hearing this garbage
It's kind'a hard to look out and see all these people support it
Whatever happened to rappers that was just lyrically worded?
Now we just handin' out contracts like paper flyers at markets
What's scary now is I'm startin' to think my music ain't working
You getting teared up apart, I'll feed your bears to my sharks
Keep your remarks to yourself if I haven't heard who you are
'Cause I be rapping the bars, at 44 and your aren't
Getting drunk in my car and just swerving out in the dark
I get I'm nowhere a star, but please believe in your heart
I got enough fuel to start up this car and head out as far
It's not as easy or hard, but if you let down your guard
I'm coming back with a track that's gonna throw me on the charts, and then you say
Yo, how you gonna act this way?
How you gonna say all the things you say?
Oh, you think it's all a game?
It won't be when I come and bash out your brain
'Cause sometimes I don't even know if you playing but
It don't even matter these days
So go ahead and do your thing
'Cause karma's gonna bite you and you'll feel the pain
Yo
I medically can just not take it, I'm not racist
But why can't my white ass seem to make it, if I'm not basic?
My lyrics leave you in such amazement, it's complicated
And if that's the case to get back on these rappers, I'm'a take it
No way in hell that I'm done, my shit has barely begun
Do not compare me to no other fuckin' rapper, you dumb?
I'm steppin' in for these cunts, they struck out more than just once
I'm coming in as the janitor, cleaning up all their dumps
Quit telling me what they done, I'll accomplish more in a month
I ain't no Kodak, Yachty, Trippie, 6ix9ine, Uzi or Pump
So please don't mix me with none of those other rappers, they chumps
At least I'm giving a fuck about this whole game that I love
Oh, look at that, the wannabe's coming back
Anger Stan is getting mad, like I haven't heard that crap
If you wanna get me back, you gonna need better attacks, in fact
Here's that autograph, I'll write it on your starter cap and say
Yo, how you gonna act this way?
How you gonna say all the things you say?
Oh, you think it's all a game?
It won't be when I come and bash out your brain
'Cause sometimes I don't even know if you playing but
It don't even matter these days
So go ahead and do your thing
'Cause karma's gonna bite you and you'll feel the pain

(Yeah)
It's time to bury these artists, I'm getting very distorted
I beg your pardon, but this mumble shit has barely just started
Half of your music ain't art and the other half is retarded
I'm getting dumber by the day I keep on hearing this garbage
It's kind'a hard to look out and see all these people support it
Whatever happened to rappers that was just lyrically worded?
Now we just handin' out contracts like paper flyers at markets
What's scary now is I'm startin' to think my music ain't working
You getting teared up apart, I'll feed your bears to my sharks
Keep your remarks to yourself if I haven't heard who you are
'Cause I be rapping the bars, at 44 and your aren't
Getting drunk in my car and just swerving out in the dark
I get I'm nowhere a star, but please believe in your heart
I got enough fuel to start up this car and head out as far
It's not as easy or hard, but if you let down your guard
I'm coming back with a track that's gonna throw me on the charts, and then you say
Yo, how you gonna act this way?
How you gonna say all the things you say?
Oh, you think it's all a game?
It won't be when I come and bash out your brain
'Cause sometimes I don't even know if you playing but
It don't even matter these days
So go ahead and do your thing
'Cause karma's gonna bite you and you'll feel the pain
Yo
I medically can just not take it, I'm not racist
But why can't my white ass seem to make it, if I'm not basic?
My lyrics leave you in such amazement, it's complicated
And if that's the case to get back on these rappers, I'm'a take it
No way in hell that I'm done, my shit has barely begun
Do not compare me to no other fuckin' rapper, you dumb?
I'm steppin' in for these cunts, they struck out more than just once
I'm coming in as the janitor, cleaning up all their dumps
Quit telling me what they done, I'll accomplish more in a month
I ain't no Kodak, Yachty, Trippie, 6ix9ine, Uzi or Pump
So please don't mix me with none of those other rappers, they chumps
At least I'm giving a fuck about this whole game that I love
Oh, look at that, the wannabe's coming back
Anger Stan is getting mad, like I haven't heard that crap
If you wanna get me back, you gonna need better attacks, in fact
Here's that autograph, I'll write it on your starter cap and say
Yo, how you gonna act this way?
How you gonna say all the things you say?
Oh, you think it's all a game?
It won't be when I come and bash out your brain
'Cause sometimes I don't even know if you playing but
It don't even matter these days
So go ahead and do your thing
'Cause karma's gonna bite you and you'll feel the pain