[432hz rain lofi start] I'm lost for words, maybe I'm just back words I no ive been pushin' harder as I've been gettin' older so no I've never been a soldier but I swear to God Man I used to move them bolders Like I got this map on my back like a backpack Till my knees weak untill my knees creak Like a chain link As strong as I am mental its simple with this pencil I can start to assemble An eventful then temple with one instrumental That goes viral that's intercontinent, See this is just the fundamental of my wordplay Moldin these words together like clay Till they sculpte something that actually has a fuckin' payday Practice makes perfect anyway, Like Jim Jones saw I was talking about a perfect day, A perfect way, A perfect way to get a perfect pay, Fuck breaking your back from peanuts, thats basically a slow version of death from a thousand cuts And then she's for the pups And I damn sure ain't no fuckin' muts I guess id ratther just pour out my guts, And that's for y'all And that's for y'all Yeah, that's for y'all, see im Just a young boy grindin' and go and hard Came up from nothin' now I'm a fuckin' star So let's go, chain bad bitches and fuckin' cigars I left them lost for words so they don't speak it all Make a withdrawal and then we hit the fuckin' mall Burntly got the bag so I coped it all She see all these foreign wips so she pop the bra I said what about your man don't he fuckin' buff She say he got big dreams but he livin' small I been shitin' on randoms like they ain't a star But I'd been built for it tough I with stand it all, [PAUSE] [texas tall tale large deep baritone rap] DAMN AITE WELL LES SEE WHAT WE CAN DO AFER DAT real quick wit some texas shit this duni drip THIS DUNI 2ND SONG THIRD GENERATION OF SOME SPEECH ALL 4 SCORE AND 5 MORE BOUTTA GO 666 ON SEVENTHSONG BOUTTA ATE YO LUNCH WIT THESE PLATINUM STRETCH ARMSTRONG TONGS NINETY NINE LUF BALLOON CREW STANDING AT A TEN SHUN CAUSE YA TIME DUE, IT THA ELEVEN INCH DONG VANILLA KING KONG AT MIDNIGHT ONNA THIRTEENTH OF FRIDAY YA NIGHTMARES GONE WRONG YA SONGS DATED LUCK GONE... THE FORCE OF THESE NAY SAY PROPHETS OF MIGHT COULD, I DUN DID, I MIGHT RUIN YA WHOLE DAY... FIHFTEEN DIFFEREN WAYS I CANT STOP I WONT STOP COUNTIN UP DOLL HAIRS LOOK THERE WE ATE LOOK THERE WE ATE DOUBLE TIME, AND ONE SEVENTH SONG TURN YA PINSTICK TEN CENT TO GET HIM TO QUIT HMMMM WHERE WE AT DOE? THATS YE, YEEZY SHIT ALL 18 YEARS YEAH EIGHT TEEN YEERS STUCK ON MARS, FUCK THAT thats knight and day, kuhnife and slay, GET THE SWORD, IM KNIGHTING YALL, IM ALL SMARM AT MIDNIGHT YALL, IM GIL SCOTT HERON AND AMIRA BARAKA IN SOME LATE NINETEEN SIXTIES TYPE FIERCE NIGHT REBELLION YALL, HOW MANY MORE? thats twenty more than you bishes got to say IF YOU HAD THREE CHANCES LIKE SEVENTH SONG DAMN LOOK MOM NO HANDS AND SHIT, IM TO TO DIFFERENT, YOU TOO THREEWAY CALLING QUIET IN THE BACKGROUND TYPE BITCH, IM TOO FO ever TAKING IT AWAY, TOO FIH FIH HOT AS IT GETS, FROM THERE ITS TWENTY SICKS, PLENTY BLICKY STICKS, SMACK A BITCH HACK YER SHIT LEXICON KING KONG N SHIT, GO ALL DAY ALL NIGHT TIL I FADE TOO QUICK DIE EARLY AN SHIT, ALL HERE LIE DUNI DEAD AT TWENTY SEVEN....DAMN SEVEN TAKE IT FROM HERE ARR EYE PEE DUHKNEE HE DUN DID IT take it away... [FLIP BEAT BACK TO OG] [pause] Damn, I with standin' it all as I am tall, you can call me that water fall cause I stay on that edge You know the edge of the ledge livin' my life like a seven' sin', man I stay cutin' corners And I stay pushin' forwards and I'm a lyricist so you know I'm always pullin' different fuckin' worraords Different metaphors, like a medadore ripin' off the front door demons in this fuckin' core, Just to see what's a store Bustin' a move on the dance floor, Really just a book store, Headline library, a lyrical sanctuary That's never been touched you know that virgin Mary, About to abrupt and abrupt interruption Satisfaction on the fuckin' game Untouchable man An animal you cannot tame But I guess it's just the fuckin' monster to blane Monster inside, don't need to hide the monster Let him take over, you know like a chauffeur Spin off the silencer while drowning in their bottle With liquor in the backseat takin' on the trigger, Waiting for this fuckin' money transfer, electronic deposit a payment run through From the monster in my fuckin' closet like water comin' out the goddamn faucet Another hit when I lost it
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