The Suitcase - Some People Don't Die Lyrics

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
Motherf*cking 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 f*ck 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