Yo,
Microphone check 1-2 what is this?
I'm pouring my heart out so please bear witness,
and you can't be mad at me;
thanks for having me:
Inspired, for the most, by victory and tragedy.
Might be called an asshole lately because my dead aim,
calling you on your game,
your true motives I explain,
because piles upon piles upon piles is what I have:
of knowledge and experience so I easily get mad.
I wear the badge reluctantly because a heart it will slash,
keep it hidden like my flag (yeah) makin' my pants sag,
but when it comes to religion,
I'm not a light stepper;
not trying to be mean but our fate I must consider.
Refuse to compete with
a logic-less position
that could only move a mountain if it bought the petition.
I never walk the streets thinkin' it's all about me,
but them altruists be scheming so it's under the seat.
I just try my best not to dumb on out,
but ten thousand years of ignorance is so hard to flush out.
Ayo
Different life stations,
your view in rotation,
combine them together,
congratulations:
now no knot is too too think,
it's easier to run when your not wading through a bunch of shit.
Finesse is not a curse but arrogance a hearse;
(blow) up like Ford,
or you can praise your lord.
As I go in between,
the good and the bad,
Truth, my submission,
buried deeper than Pan.
Oh,
the down side,
I am alone:
hard to find love when you're harder than stone.
Smokin' my weed because it's therapy for me
when everything seems bleak because most the world's against me.
You, be.
I, fly.
You can't humble me, please be my guest and try.
I'll never be the one who buys your mind to steal your soul,
or tell you comfort lies,
but some will and that's Bugged.
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Today's two verses in homage to A.T.C.Q.---- |
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