“Not Boastin, Brocastin”

[Verse 1 – Raw Delivery]  
Listening to me gives you an earache?  
Good.  
That means the truth is cooking.  
I ain’t here to soothe—I’m here to serve.  
While y’all sip chicken noodle soup,  
I’m feeding felonious stew in parables  
For the ones who knew what I been threw.  
You say I throw off your equal liberty  
But I’m just balancing the scales  
With lines that catch you off guard  
Like security off duty  
While I write what I do  
That you’re listening to  
Because you only see half the man  
I’m showing  
The other half?  
Buried in scars  
Stamped in silence  
Broadcasted in bars  
And crackin myself up while I wait on those who do feel like me  
Behind my felonious comedy  
I use on Suno  
To simply entertain me if anything

[Hook – Movement Medicine]  
So tell your friends  
Felonious got that medicine for your soul  
That never gets old  
Not the kind you swallow  
But the kind you feel  
Deep in your throat  
When the beat drops  
And the truth reveals  
I ain’t asking for applause  
Just a chance to live  
To be heard  
To be shared  
To be spared  
From the bellyaching  
That sounds like disease  
While I bleed  
In cadence  
For the world to see me entertain

[Verse 2 – Stew & Survival]  
I don’t serve soup  
I serve stew  
Thick with testimony  
Seasoned with truth  
Simmered in silence  
Boiled in pain  
Served to the ones  
Who walk through rain  
I’m not your comfort food  
I’m your survival meal  
I’m Felonious  
And I cook what’s real

[Bridge – Spoken Word]  
So if you think you can keep up  
You don’t know the half  
Because I write for the ones  
Who never got the laugh  
Who never got the light  
But still showed up  
And still wrote  
And still spoke  
Even when the mic was broke

[Hook – Repeat]  
Tell your friends  
Felonious got that medicine for your soul  
Not the kind you swallow  
But the kind you feel  
When the beat drops  
And the truth reveals  
I ain’t asking for applause  
Just a chance to live  
To be heard  
To be shared  
To be spared  
From the bellyaching  
That sounds like disease  
While I bleed  
In cadence

[Outro – Legacy Stamp]  
I’m Felonious  
Feeding stew  
To the ones who knew  
And if you didn’t  
That’s okay  
You’ll taste it  
When the broadcast breaks through.

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[Intro – Spoken Word] I ain’t boastin, I’m broedcastin. Scars on the mic, Truth that's everlasting. I don’t flex for their fame, I testify for Jesus name. If you hear me loud, It’s 'cause I lived it proud. [Verse 1 – Raw Delivery] Listening to me gives you an earache? Good. That means the truth is cooking. I ain’t here to soothe—I’m here to serve. While y’all sip chicken noodle soup, I’m feeding felonious stew in parables For the ones who knew what I been threw. You say I throw off your equal liberty But I’m just balancing the scales With lines that catch you off guard Like security off duty While I write what I do That you’re listening to Because you only see half the man I’m showing The other half? Buried in scars Stamped in silence Broadcasted in bars And crackin myself up while I wait on those who do feel like me Behind my felonious comedy I use on Suno To simply entertain me if anything [Hook – Movement Medicine] So tell your friends Felonious got that medicine for your soul That never gets old Not the kind you swallow But the kind you feel Deep in your throat When the beat drops And the truth reveals I ain’t asking for applause Just a chance to live To be heard To be shared To be spared From the bellyaching That sounds like disease While I bleed In cadence For the world to see me entertain [Verse 2 – Stew & Survival] I don’t serve soup I serve stew Thick with testimony Seasoned with truth Simmered in silence Boiled in pain Served to the ones Who walk through rain I’m not your comfort food I’m your survival meal I’m Felonious And I cook what’s real [Bridge – Spoken Word] So if you think you can keep up You don’t know the half Because I write for the ones Who never got the laugh Who never got the light But still showed up And still wrote And still spoke Even when the mic was broke [Hook – Repeat] Tell your friends Felonious got that medicine for your soul Not the kind you swallow But the kind you feel When the beat drops And the truth reveals I ain’t asking for applause Just a chance to live To be heard To be shared To be spared From the bellyaching That sounds like disease While I bleed In cadence [Outro – Legacy Stamp] I’m Felonious Feeding stew To the ones who knew And if you didn’t That’s okay You’ll taste it When the broadcast breaks through.

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