I-I-I-I've been
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
(I got to be)
I just got to be mee
Me
Looks like I ain't got a choice
Gotta spit into the mic but I don't like my voice
So I step to the stage, fans I engage
Cuz they know Chaos synonymous with rejoice
You moist (Ugh)
Just taste the cake
The red velvet of rap from the great big state
Three decades now, more days to break
Never had to be woke I simply stayed awake
To stomp the snakes then collect their venom
Inject it slow into ya cerebellum
(No motor control?)
Kill that momentum
(I can't pay attention)
I tried to tell 'em
Yo symptoms include affects to language
Can't write, just mumble you sit in anguish
No use in fightin' there's too much damage
And that boys and girls is how I vanquish (How I vanquish, how I vanquish)
My enemies, no fantasies (Nah)
You denyin' it more? Straight prophecy
Okay, I'm lyin' that's kinda silly
I'm not a rapper it's nu-poetry
Is that a thing or some new rule?
My worlds tend to cross when jugglin' dual
Personalities, and soon you'll see
The exact limitations of my normalities
I-I-I-I've been
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
(I got to be)
I just got to be free
Free
Of all things and lose my guilt
Gotta go all in from tip to hilt
S'time I commit don't let it wilt
(See me and music?) look what we built
And where we aim, gotta burnin' flame
Was my side chick now we share surnames
Got abstract strokes interpretation's fluid
Tryna give a voice to those who been (muted)
The sewage polluted my favorite school
I'm suited and fluent for this cesspool
With tools to overrule what you call art
3-6-0 joules, shock back to start
Then insert Descartes (Another revolution?)
Hip hop with no art straight prostitution
Don't let maf*ckas out here dictate
How you flex yo tongue to decimate
The weaklings who cling to a summer fling
Tryna save their marriage with new offspring
From my IG a new Arab spring
Not just musically, but well you'll see
Torch the false idols you worshippin'
Like portraits of Reagan (Oh a burnin' Bush?)
Message from God He says light this kush
Then chill the f*ck out now here's the hook (Here's the hook)
I-I-I-I've been
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
I just got to be
D'chaos - I Got to Be (feat. Justa Queen) Lyrics
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I-I-I-I've been
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
(I got to be)
I just got to be mee
Me
Looks like I ain't got a choice
Gotta spit into the mic but I don't like my voice
So I step to the stage, fans I engage
Cuz they know Chaos synonymous with rejoice
You moist (Ugh)
Just taste the cake
The red velvet of rap from the great big state
Three decades now, more days to break
Never had to be woke I simply stayed awake
To stomp the snakes then collect their venom
Inject it slow into ya cerebellum
(No motor control?)
Kill that momentum
(I can't pay attention)
I tried to tell 'em
Yo symptoms include affects to language
Can't write, just mumble you sit in anguish
No use in fightin' there's too much damage
And that boys and girls is how I vanquish (How I vanquish, how I vanquish)
My enemies, no fantasies (Nah)
You denyin' it more? Straight prophecy
Okay, I'm lyin' that's kinda silly
I'm not a rapper it's nu-poetry
Is that a thing or some new rule?
My worlds tend to cross when jugglin' dual
Personalities, and soon you'll see
The exact limitations of my normalities
I-I-I-I've been
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
(I got to be)
I just got to be free
Free
Of all things and lose my guilt
Gotta go all in from tip to hilt
S'time I commit don't let it wilt
(See me and music?) look what we built
And where we aim, gotta burnin' flame
Was my side chick now we share surnames
Got abstract strokes interpretation's fluid
Tryna give a voice to those who been (muted)
The sewage polluted my favorite school
I'm suited and fluent for this cesspool
With tools to overrule what you call art
3-6-0 joules, shock back to start
Then insert Descartes (Another revolution?)
Hip hop with no art straight prostitution
Don't let maf*ckas out here dictate
How you flex yo tongue to decimate
The weaklings who cling to a summer fling
Tryna save their marriage with new offspring
From my IG a new Arab spring
Not just musically, but well you'll see
Torch the false idols you worshippin'
Like portraits of Reagan (Oh a burnin' Bush?)
Message from God He says light this kush
Then chill the f*ck out now here's the hook (Here's the hook)
I-I-I-I've been
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
I just got to be
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
(I got to be)
I just got to be mee
Me
Looks like I ain't got a choice
Gotta spit into the mic but I don't like my voice
So I step to the stage, fans I engage
Cuz they know Chaos synonymous with rejoice
You moist (Ugh)
Just taste the cake
The red velvet of rap from the great big state
Three decades now, more days to break
Never had to be woke I simply stayed awake
To stomp the snakes then collect their venom
Inject it slow into ya cerebellum
(No motor control?)
Kill that momentum
(I can't pay attention)
I tried to tell 'em
Yo symptoms include affects to language
Can't write, just mumble you sit in anguish
No use in fightin' there's too much damage
And that boys and girls is how I vanquish (How I vanquish, how I vanquish)
My enemies, no fantasies (Nah)
You denyin' it more? Straight prophecy
Okay, I'm lyin' that's kinda silly
I'm not a rapper it's nu-poetry
Is that a thing or some new rule?
My worlds tend to cross when jugglin' dual
Personalities, and soon you'll see
The exact limitations of my normalities
I-I-I-I've been
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
(I got to be)
I just got to be free
Free
Of all things and lose my guilt
Gotta go all in from tip to hilt
S'time I commit don't let it wilt
(See me and music?) look what we built
And where we aim, gotta burnin' flame
Was my side chick now we share surnames
Got abstract strokes interpretation's fluid
Tryna give a voice to those who been (muted)
The sewage polluted my favorite school
I'm suited and fluent for this cesspool
With tools to overrule what you call art
3-6-0 joules, shock back to start
Then insert Descartes (Another revolution?)
Hip hop with no art straight prostitution
Don't let maf*ckas out here dictate
How you flex yo tongue to decimate
The weaklings who cling to a summer fling
Tryna save their marriage with new offspring
From my IG a new Arab spring
Not just musically, but well you'll see
Torch the false idols you worshippin'
Like portraits of Reagan (Oh a burnin' Bush?)
Message from God He says light this kush
Then chill the f*ck out now here's the hook (Here's the hook)
I-I-I-I've been
Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'
Tryna find my sole purpose
Yet all my vices I can't let go
Now it's a few years later
'Twas all a blur
I gotta make amends for what occurred
Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd
I just got to be
Writer: Bessy Van, DJ Lawrence
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