Tryna get an objective POV
On me and my style
But Seems like my eyes right
I don't know maybe
My aim's just better
Then
Let me lower my style
To let all u mankind get it
Been kind with em but they took
It for a weakness so I
Gotta spit make these
Bitchass quit yo yo, yo
Running away from your fate won't help boy
Only know a few words
But I still wield my sword
Better than many mens
Recipe's pretty easy
Just look for yourself
I don't need no gimmick for the crowd
Underground bring me that
Damn lyricism crown
Right now
Blew up my life cuz I wasn't
Inspired, just found out all these
Bars inside ever since
I'm killing it secretly flows so heavy
Had to train to wear it
Y'all ain't ready
Everytime Im back
I'm pushing the gap
Lyrically on top
Just spitting the way
I'm feeling it
Third eye turned on
And u really thought I was done?
Bad news folks
Just began to define the line
Between scribes and rhymes
Rap just paid for my bail
Free for the first time
By cruising limits of
My own mind
Feeling like a
Gold mine since
Im walking on the right Path
I ain't doing any bypass Nah
Knowledge is a weapon
But these crooks
Aint holding any books
Still acting like they all shook
When they shoot
Another time at
Another one
Licensed by the state
Only to eliminate
Any threats
Powerless
Im looking away
Smoking like it's okay
Blowing clouds
All around me tryna
Unsee the city and her vices
My mind's under crisis yo yo
Self medicated all I need
Is a weed and a beat
Going through my own therapy
Spitting all I kept inside
Till I can't breath right yo
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English
Tryna get an objective POV
On me and my style
But Seems like my eyes right
I don't know maybe
My aim's just better
Then
Let me lower my style
To let all u mankind get it
Been kind with em but they took
It for a weakness so I
Gotta spit make these
Bitchass quit yo yo, yo
Running away from your fate won't help boy
Only know a few words
But I still wield my sword
Better than many mens
Recipe's pretty easy
Just look for yourself
I don't need no gimmick for the crowd
Underground bring me that
Damn lyricism crown
Right now
Blew up my life cuz I wasn't
Inspired, just found out all these
Bars inside ever since
I'm killing it secretly flows so heavy
Had to train to wear it
Y'all ain't ready
Everytime Im back
I'm pushing the gap
Lyrically on top
Just spitting the way
I'm feeling it
Third eye turned on
And u really thought I was done?
Bad news folks
Just began to define the line
Between scribes and rhymes
Rap just paid for my bail
Free for the first time
By cruising limits of
My own mind
Feeling like a
Gold mine since
Im walking on the right Path
I ain't doing any bypass Nah
Knowledge is a weapon
But these crooks
Aint holding any books
Still acting like they all shook
When they shoot
Another time at
Another one
Licensed by the state
Only to eliminate
Any threats
Powerless
Im looking away
Smoking like it's okay
Blowing clouds
All around me tryna
Unsee the city and her vices
My mind's under crisis yo yo
Self medicated all I need
Is a weed and a beat
Going through my own therapy
Spitting all I kept inside
Till I can't breath right yo
On me and my style
But Seems like my eyes right
I don't know maybe
My aim's just better
Then
Let me lower my style
To let all u mankind get it
Been kind with em but they took
It for a weakness so I
Gotta spit make these
Bitchass quit yo yo, yo
Running away from your fate won't help boy
Only know a few words
But I still wield my sword
Better than many mens
Recipe's pretty easy
Just look for yourself
I don't need no gimmick for the crowd
Underground bring me that
Damn lyricism crown
Right now
Blew up my life cuz I wasn't
Inspired, just found out all these
Bars inside ever since
I'm killing it secretly flows so heavy
Had to train to wear it
Y'all ain't ready
Everytime Im back
I'm pushing the gap
Lyrically on top
Just spitting the way
I'm feeling it
Third eye turned on
And u really thought I was done?
Bad news folks
Just began to define the line
Between scribes and rhymes
Rap just paid for my bail
Free for the first time
By cruising limits of
My own mind
Feeling like a
Gold mine since
Im walking on the right Path
I ain't doing any bypass Nah
Knowledge is a weapon
But these crooks
Aint holding any books
Still acting like they all shook
When they shoot
Another time at
Another one
Licensed by the state
Only to eliminate
Any threats
Powerless
Im looking away
Smoking like it's okay
Blowing clouds
All around me tryna
Unsee the city and her vices
My mind's under crisis yo yo
Self medicated all I need
Is a weed and a beat
Going through my own therapy
Spitting all I kept inside
Till I can't breath right yo
Writer: Alex Chabert
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