[MYSOUL_MYALL] If you been like me, buddy.. It needs to be changed now.. Let's not be too good for once and break those chains now.. We might be bloodied from knuckles to the rims.. But we ain't done fighting, are we? We're better than this.. uh-uh.. Yeah..Yeah.. Here we go.. They took all outta my plate without me offering a bit...And all I let outta my mouth is...'I ain't done feasting yet'...Took a punch in the gut, It's true I've been weak and caught in that good guy rut...for If I won't have complied...those lanky pants would've popped out my eyes...They'd have me bruised to the bone...with torn skin springing by... I coped with all that like a good lil doe, got played like a rag doll, chomped ego, crushed pride...They tread over all I held dear, evoking fear, haunting sneer, I'm in dread now... Got picked at, yeah they wicked, man...sick fuckin' beasts stink of mess I didn't choose to be soaked in, meh... That's a part I feel hard to let out 'cause mocking is something I never got over with, it's been a while now and still it's ringing in my head, that day I got it bad and it still haunts my hell out... I kept it bottled up too long...Pressured the cork on the top, so no one hears a swear 'cause I fret being called a dork... I turned into something new 'cause I knew I better not be good for any longer than I've already been...Haven't it been too long for me since I last turned the tables around with a flick of my wrist...but now it's beggin' for badass me and 'cause now I know how pricks are needed to be dealt with... Bring it on...I'm ready for anything and everything... All former bearings be the past that didn't last 'cause I didn't let 'em stand on my neck too long and throttle my throat, untangled myself from that spider web and here I am... Better me... see my name lettered in gold veneer... every page of my life, I red twice, Dog eared everything, Wrote golden words in red ink, See if you can smear it, Now, hear me... What you're lettering in news, It better be no flattering, dude... No matter, whoever is pitter-pattering, blabbering... Whisper, so I ain't no hear no chattering, You ain't never seen, Who I've ever been... how life savored me...devoured me whole... Initially, made me slog, but eventually empowered me... I'm done being called a coward me, don't talk down on me, 'cause I couldn't take a stand when I should have, I be damned, 'cause I kept lookin' for a chance instead of puttin' my rage in actions, I never had it in me, never claimed to have it... But ever since, I put that terror in, every being, I see 'em shivering and tremor in... See my feathers fluttering, I ain't no more stuttering, never since, I put 'em on...Ever since old me's been gone... Left me wondering, have I ever been weak or a calm before the storm?... Whenever I had not had the energy, I etched strategies in my memory, mapped every trajectory, whenever the enemy had it better than I had it in me, I did what no one asked of me, refused to lose my cool, 'cause someone didn't let me...and now, you'd remember me as I come right front, ripped, pumped up, singing my own melody... Eyes open, "see the better me..." Assume with all your head in, what verses are gotta be embedded in and delivered in a jiffy like a hippie trotting in commanding attention without making any efforts. creating no scene, claiming perfection..Dank and me be rapports, merry making, relishing when we relinquish all we never knew we could get but still get it...'Cause conquering chose to be with us, through all odds, it's beckoning me to come over and wear my tiara, feels regal, I feel I'm awakening..now ball is resting in a court named reckoning.. I got a lot to put in words..but guess what?, leave it to the times to come..It'll make me spill it all when my time is up, when the clock ticks shut, I'll be on, cooking something up, dunno what but sometime else, bud.. Yo, when I least expect myself to..'cause what I just said is what I were to begin with...until then..stay tuned.. [Dank] (Stay tuned) It's all velvet.. You soft mothafuckas need to wear ya helmet I'll be God-damnin' My loose hands can drop bands and strangle mammoths I'm too friendly, no envy Stain ya shirt red and it ain't from ya mom's lame ass spaghetti My rhymes stank Dank like they shitty You don't miss me, just the jots I gets down, I'm too crispy, no fat back, you all slackin' while I'm pristine A machine that's tryna operate in a cog, y'all seem lost when ya reading out my transcripts Loose lips, is all rigged, doesn't matter how much I write, you kikes can't seem to catch a hint I want peace, I've said it before, but you all chose to ignore my word when i was slingin' this meat at ya forehead, I don't give a fuck how you feel, my thoughts are a little too morbid People on that Suno whore shit You get plays and likes, so that makes you "the shit"...right? Fuck all y'all..minus a few. Love ya T. (DAAAAAAANK!)
