Yes Lord Yes Lord It’s knowledge (knowledge) All praise due to the most high nigga All praise due to the most high nigga
Real shit no lie look, i been up four days straight without sleep I've seen a life a nigga really wanna lead Pick up a pen and a pad. I bust my ass to obtain that shit and I'mma spit the realest Fact off of the bat like im a almanac fucking insomniac hypochondriac writing a rhyme scheme Living out a pipe dream The moment the light beams means that the flow is streamed From the brain of this young rap fiend I'mma kill it like nobody ever did it You dig it, I know you feel it, you tripping that’s if you listen but I’m different Not associated with your opinions Seperatin' myself from your averages and percentages Pity plenty of rappers I’m cockin back and extracting The bullet is metamorphic informin' you of the rap shit They capture a simple bastard and place him down in the pasture A pedicle’s for the passer to pass them off to the coroner Try to corner the marker ,cathartic catholicism, apparently its appalling Averring to your appearance, appearing as the imperial Prepare the proposition and compare us in a map It's effecting my opposition, but the money’s a facade And its a captivating vision To capitalize upon the way that other niggas livin' But the truth is in my sentences Send it so you can sense that I’m suicidal as fuck and thats something i’ll never censor My god
[Hook:] I been staring at the pages where the pain is Thinking what the fuck I gotta do to become famous And put my niggas in a position where they can make it I let my niggas know i got them if they (need something) (need something) (need something) I let my motherfucking niggas know i got them if they ever (need something) (need something) (need something) I let my mother fuckin' niggas know-ow
And I feel that I’m getting better My recipe is exact when attacking an instrumental Defendin' the fundamentals I said that I break it down, so I turn it into a science Defiant never compliant Confiding in when you find me Defining the definition of dedication and preparation On my reputation My repetition is surreptitious, very vicious when I vandalize The victim's mind ,various visuals Literal never minimal Minuscule like a liberal Live with the unforgettable Guess I wasn't forgivable Give in to my profession Perfectin' what they attest to do And yes I been the shit But I thought you bitches already knew I give a clue and keep it true But what’s the use I’m not given respect So I be comin' for your motherfuckin neck Whenever feelin' vexed It's not about the dollar bill and check and still i cook a rep My lyrics is inject and I pray my niggas are patient I promise we up next God damn
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I'm infatuated with death and I don't even understand it But dead to me yes i'm madness Im takin' complete advantage of the point That you motherfuckers could barley even manage To manufacture this ass and the fact of the matter is That i manifest and manipulate What you cannot reciprocate And Imma regulate what I originate While you just a imitate Or recreate And try to emulate as I assimilate, Never debate The flow intimidates They tell me slow it down, using the water, make it concentrated As a thought that I would never put into consideration Rather make the illest compilation with the nasa patient That i have a sucker [?] Human nature in need of a saviour I’m spiralin' in my depression Regressing as I remember the memories Of her breasts sitting right up on my chest Until my confidence compress Nigga I just wanna rest And I cannot deal with the stress I'm constantly having less
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These niggas love to procrastinate And proposition women The problem is promiscuity protruding through your vision I'm consistent with the effort to never Effect my ethics Immortalizing my self on the record for your impression Confessin I got the mind of a manic depressive adolescent Convalescent conversating contemplating through the lesson Affecting infectious connections for your conception Im blessing what i'm ingesting Progressing within this section I been at it for a year and a half and stayin' committed I swear that I'll never quit it convincing through my convictions Was the lifted lyricism, a passion for writing poetry I guess a conscious flows the reason they never noticed me Supposedly these niggas be workin' I really doubt it, they clouded the game with impotence And nothing new was interesting It's like selling pussy, prostituting music industry And that’s the type of shit that you niggas wanna hear Seriously?
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