homey I only flow free, this worlds eroding slowly, that's what most of us don't see
I do this solely so my life won't be lonely, tha fear is u will never really know me
I opt 4 most 2 watch tha growth, like tha drops I wrote b4 I fought any foes, now it's politics
would I falter if I seriously said fuck all of this, but 4 now I've got 2 go like literally call it quits
chains drag me down, it's hard 2 be happy now, nothing u need 2 be concerned with
every last souls moves toward tha black hole, it's always humbling like 1's earned this
something told me that, it would pull me back, now I'm stuck grasping tha imagined
my fantasies answer me and ya see what's happened, makes me wanna say fuck rapping
dealing with stress, he gives text his best, doing a quick check, reality still leaves cowards shaking
systematic of our making, we spend hours wasting, time on tha same thing their powers taking
so many verses, my work is coming 2 tha surface
this spit don't appeal 2 tha worthless
acts stay in tha circus, my flow merc's this
almost picture perfect tha way I serve it
my frustrations stick like crustaceans 2 my normally tough patience, it was tha demons I saw them at it
those evil fuckers, they help people suffer, and tha legal structure just makes it more problematic
were all in captivity, rapping's is my activity, and tha haters wanna ban tha flow
I rap vividly, tha storms courses may form corpses, cuz ya mans flow is so animal
I see hate, and I can't be fake, I guess now we wait, until tha others relate, if u get this penmanship
tha rain falls, surrounded by tha same walls, I'm tha 1 that changes all these reckless sentences
come beef, when fully unleashed from me, it' would be mythical 2 see my lungs cease
oh yeah, no laughs, u fold back, u hear tha familar old snap, u've arrived at some beast
there's only 1 east, I never hear that much, I stay underground like a meercat does!
this high atlantic tide, is at gigantic size, I'm dope like what u find in a clear sack bud!
so many verses, my work is coming 2 tha surface
this spit don't appeal 2 tha worthless
acts stay in tha circus, my flow merc's this
almost picture perfect tha way I serve it