Rhymes on the track
And words will align with your zodiac
Or the date in the back of the almanac
No coincidence just work no slack
I'm a poet
Like to write words on the dead trees
Some call it hip hop, some call it emcee
I call it art of the mind or a life goal
Funnel the words that I write to your ear holes
Not about the money or the dough
If you got it that's fine
Ain't gotta let me know
I don't care
Paper keeps a lot of blood on it
Rather write a rhyme or a mother f*cking sonnet
That's life
Write another line while I wait
I'm a meat sack, bonafide, water primate
It's a limbo, parked on the side of the lot
Some day you will die, some day you will rot
Not now
Alive with a purpose
One you create
One that will surface
One that you find if you look at intention
One that you're seeing inside of your vision
Don't be blind
Satisfaction not guaranteed
You gonna give up, you gonna concede?
You gotta lotta' nerve
Not so bad
I'm a mission with a grail
Straight Galahad
Ohio
Connecting the notes
To the legato
Funk in the hills and funk in the street
It's the champion sound
And we're crafting the beat
937 Is the area
Slide right on through we'll take care of ya
Got a crew and a couple of cats on sonics
Triad smooth and we got harmonics
Free the mind
You gotta put in work
It's not working well if it doesn't hurt
Get uncomfortable
Re assessing your mind
Discipline re align
Thundering dreams
Feeling them vibrate
Vibrate the spine and the brain of the primate
I find the root of ambition is rooted in pain and opposition
Weaponry words
Finding the beat of a new song bird
Chirping and flapping the wings of creation
Building the nest of new dictation
Destiny
Not real if you ask me
Plug the ears
You hear the sound of the banshees
Feel the wind sway the branch you live on
Twigs snag and the nest is gone
Last thought
You want the clout or the money
Gonna fail hard
And it won't be funny
Gotta dip down to the pit of your soul
Gotta fall apart with a new ego
Asking me what do I do I don't know
It is something you've got to find out on your own
It is something you'll find in the eye of your mind
So open it up and look inside
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Rhymes on the track
And words will align with your zodiac
Or the date in the back of the almanac
No coincidence just work no slack
I'm a poet
Like to write words on the dead trees
Some call it hip hop, some call it emcee
I call it art of the mind or a life goal
Funnel the words that I write to your ear holes
Not about the money or the dough
If you got it that's fine
Ain't gotta let me know
I don't care
Paper keeps a lot of blood on it
Rather write a rhyme or a mother f*cking sonnet
That's life
Write another line while I wait
I'm a meat sack, bonafide, water primate
It's a limbo, parked on the side of the lot
Some day you will die, some day you will rot
Not now
Alive with a purpose
One you create
One that will surface
One that you find if you look at intention
One that you're seeing inside of your vision
Don't be blind
Satisfaction not guaranteed
You gonna give up, you gonna concede?
You gotta lotta' nerve
Not so bad
I'm a mission with a grail
Straight Galahad
Ohio
Connecting the notes
To the legato
Funk in the hills and funk in the street
It's the champion sound
And we're crafting the beat
937 Is the area
Slide right on through we'll take care of ya
Got a crew and a couple of cats on sonics
Triad smooth and we got harmonics
Free the mind
You gotta put in work
It's not working well if it doesn't hurt
Get uncomfortable
Re assessing your mind
Discipline re align
Thundering dreams
Feeling them vibrate
Vibrate the spine and the brain of the primate
I find the root of ambition is rooted in pain and opposition
Weaponry words
Finding the beat of a new song bird
Chirping and flapping the wings of creation
Building the nest of new dictation
Destiny
Not real if you ask me
Plug the ears
You hear the sound of the banshees
Feel the wind sway the branch you live on
Twigs snag and the nest is gone
Last thought
You want the clout or the money
Gonna fail hard
And it won't be funny
Gotta dip down to the pit of your soul
Gotta fall apart with a new ego
Asking me what do I do I don't know
It is something you've got to find out on your own
It is something you'll find in the eye of your mind
So open it up and look inside
And words will align with your zodiac
Or the date in the back of the almanac
No coincidence just work no slack
I'm a poet
Like to write words on the dead trees
Some call it hip hop, some call it emcee
I call it art of the mind or a life goal
Funnel the words that I write to your ear holes
Not about the money or the dough
If you got it that's fine
Ain't gotta let me know
I don't care
Paper keeps a lot of blood on it
Rather write a rhyme or a mother f*cking sonnet
That's life
Write another line while I wait
I'm a meat sack, bonafide, water primate
It's a limbo, parked on the side of the lot
Some day you will die, some day you will rot
Not now
Alive with a purpose
One you create
One that will surface
One that you find if you look at intention
One that you're seeing inside of your vision
Don't be blind
Satisfaction not guaranteed
You gonna give up, you gonna concede?
You gotta lotta' nerve
Not so bad
I'm a mission with a grail
Straight Galahad
Ohio
Connecting the notes
To the legato
Funk in the hills and funk in the street
It's the champion sound
And we're crafting the beat
937 Is the area
Slide right on through we'll take care of ya
Got a crew and a couple of cats on sonics
Triad smooth and we got harmonics
Free the mind
You gotta put in work
It's not working well if it doesn't hurt
Get uncomfortable
Re assessing your mind
Discipline re align
Thundering dreams
Feeling them vibrate
Vibrate the spine and the brain of the primate
I find the root of ambition is rooted in pain and opposition
Weaponry words
Finding the beat of a new song bird
Chirping and flapping the wings of creation
Building the nest of new dictation
Destiny
Not real if you ask me
Plug the ears
You hear the sound of the banshees
Feel the wind sway the branch you live on
Twigs snag and the nest is gone
Last thought
You want the clout or the money
Gonna fail hard
And it won't be funny
Gotta dip down to the pit of your soul
Gotta fall apart with a new ego
Asking me what do I do I don't know
It is something you've got to find out on your own
It is something you'll find in the eye of your mind
So open it up and look inside
Writer: Stephen Strohmenger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid