What I'm Becoming

new age, hip hop, boombap, rap, freestyle, trap, Dolby Atmos, punchy 808's, percussive hi-hats, deep

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take note how I do this shit, this a round hole 
and I been a cube that could fit, call it a tv 
you glued to this bitch, so many hoops had to flip
bred and I'm used to this gift, powers been granted aint choosing it fits, I land in eventually, feels like I aint even make a dent to me, this the recipe for a rest in peace, this a piece of me that most never see, but when it gets to me, had to throw the flag up like a referee, can't help with the feeling this was meant to be, up in the front I been prominent, this just the confidence never been borrowing, only the beat getting targeted, not even aiming to market, soon as you mark it, shit that I'm barking 
bout embark, words outta pocket right on the carpet, shit that I'm calling call it a prophet, outta this world flying with comets
popping the top like a kettle, this never could settle, turning the screams into metal, picking a side it's an angel or devil, middle been lost, flip of the coin odds that you lost, words have been layed never get tossed, deep with this shit its all of my thoughts, the virus got in, you needed a shot, been snapped but I'm glued back, gotta a lot of new slack, tight with this shit, knowing that the room packed, more to be proved than the boom bap, this a whole mood I could us that, more to this truth than the brute facts, I knew I was different the minute the pen hit, evidence good you know its defended, my shit like a scripture challenge a reverend, end at a dead end, wake it up now just look at the bed head, just look at the crowd hear all the sound feeling like dead head's, made good now it's said and done, now I set the stage I let the filming run, I could cut the act but it was never done, now that I'm out the cave and I felt the sun, it's like I finally won, if I stop right now I got a bunch of tracks, ima keep in sacks, down the chimney better leave some snacks, not that Kringle bitch this is Art with an axe, I been trying to hack, now I spit this shit up, now you dying to ask how my mind never lapse, round on the track this the time that I lap

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take on the judgment, this shit I could run with know it aint nothing to fuck with weight I can take, stack on ton with take all the bait, just having fun with call it the rapture knew it was coming I guess it's a change wonder what I am becoming I wonder what I am becoming what I'm becoming yeah take on the judgment, this shit I could run with know it aint nothing to fuck with weight I can take, stack on ton with take all the bait, just having fun with call it the rapture knew it was coming I guess it's a change wonder what I am becoming I wonder what I am becoming what I'm becoming yeah yeah take note how I do this shit, this a round hole and I been a cube that could fit, call it a tv you glued to this bitch, so many hoops had to flip bred and I'm used to this gift, powers been granted aint choosing it fits, I land in eventually, feels like I aint even make a dent to me, this the recipe for a rest in peace, this a piece of me that most never see, but when it gets to me, had to throw the flag up like a referee, can't help with the feeling this was meant to be, up in the front I been prominent, this just the confidence never been borrowing, only the beat getting targeted, not even aiming to market, soon as you mark it, shit that I'm barking bout embark, words outta pocket right on the carpet, shit that I'm calling call it a prophet, outta this world flying with comets popping the top like a kettle, this never could settle, turning the screams into metal, picking a side it's an angel or devil, middle been lost, flip of the coin odds that you lost, words have been layed never get tossed, deep with this shit its all of my thoughts, the virus got in, you needed a shot, been snapped but I'm glued back, gotta a lot of new slack, tight with this shit, knowing that the room packed, more to be proved than the boom bap, this a whole mood I could us that, more to this truth than the brute facts, I knew I was different the minute the pen hit, evidence good you know its defended, my shit like a scripture challenge a reverend, end at a dead end, wake it up now just look at the bed head, just look at the crowd hear all the sound feeling like dead head's, made good now it's said and done, now I set the stage I let the filming run, I could cut the act but it was never done, now that I'm out the cave and I felt the sun, it's like I finally won, if I stop right now I got a bunch of tracks, ima keep in sacks, down the chimney better leave some snacks, not that Kringle bitch this is Art with an axe, I been trying to hack, now I spit this shit up, now you dying to ask how my mind never lapse, round on the track this the time that I lap take on the judgment, this shit I could run with know it aint nothing to fuck with weight I can take, stack on ton with take all the bait, just having fun with call it the rapture knew it was coming I guess it's a change wonder what I am becoming I wonder what I am becoming what I'm becoming

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