Not here to blow my own trumpet
But yeah, Fuck it...
Straight thru the revolvin' doors
Evolvin' for,
The sake of solvin' flaws in the rap games structure
Lyrics ain't matchin' the whips price and chains luster
Knew I was nice when my rhymes got every vets brain flustered
Hoped they would notice the propriety,
Before I end up in the dead poets society
With all the bottles poppin' off
I display damn near heroic sobriety
So I show it,
The fiery depths
That I reached to expire these debts
Over the years my speech acquired unseen zest
With no humble remarks to smokescreen success
Too much fog on cloud nine to oversee the blessed
People quick to pass judgement
See the jury in they eyes
See the fury in the skies
Hell hath nothin' like it,
I excelled past sumthin' psychic
Fuck readin' minds I read actions
Of a civilization in a hole,
In whole,
In desperate need of fractions
Settin' records straight to use 'em as flamin' arrows
It's all get rich quick schemes
Tradin' pyramids,
Exchangin' pharaohs
Risky business when pride is parched
I'm the type to grind in the dark,
Earnin' my time in the hearts of backpackers and studio gangsters alike
Ex is that nigga that'll never be estranged from the mic.
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