Circadian Rhythm
Dropped, Jung first saw the light in 9 4
All his family had high hopes
Guess we'll have to find out as time goes
Cause he's got a long way to go and time to grow
A childish demeanor
A curious dreamer
A reputable schemer
But all for a good reason
A little shy, a little wild
Little eyes would pop out
To the great wonders of life
In a little town
Back in the village of Seoul
He was so bold
Knowing each home
Keeps on getting foreclosed
Poppa's alcoholic
Momma go no options
They got in the cockpit to America at 6 years old
In a flash, real quick, shit's changing
A new aunt, uncle, cuss, a dog named Kacey
Nintendo 64, Sega, Playstation
Back in Seoul, he had to go to a friend's place to play this
And he would play sports with the kids on the block
And throw fists on the block
Cool with the school chicks on the block
Then he heard of hip hop
And this is what he thought
Yo...
If i ever even make it
All i ever be is thanking
And if i could tell my story and some people hear me
I'm not sure what to say then
A musical lyrical biography
With every spirit, soul, and heart of me
Imagine how dope it be
So i told myself, Jung go for your dreams
Yo...
If i ever even make it
All i ever be is thanking
And if i could tell my story and some people hear me
I'm not sure what to say then
A musical lyrical biography
With every spirit, soul, and heart of me
Imagine how dope it be
So i told myself, Jung go for your dreams
Upcoming hitting puberty in his preteens
Started writing 16's at 16
Daddy still ain't calling
His academics falling
Moms a panic nonsense
Uncle just stomped him
Treading lightly tip toeing around like a mouse
Like there was trip wires out round his house
Knowing his ass would get kicked in or kicked out
But he got tired playing the victim so he peaced out
By 21 a man he become
Took matters in his own hands with plans backed in his palm
Got a 9 to 5 for financial income
Got an apartment lived in his Scion for a month
A complex 7 people piled into one
Searching God looking for a sign from above
Like something's gotta fucking give
Or he's taking every fucking bit
And he's taking every fucking bite he can get
Scavenging scrap junks, bread crumbs, and some
Hemorrhaging out red blood when his pen busts
Spilling his pain in this shit
Like he slit a fucking vein in this shit
Drain it like he's fucking sanking ships
There's no way that he'll quit
Staying till he wins
Till his babies and kids
Pay their respects
Creating legacy paved in his steps
Making history engraved till his death
So if your coming at me motherfuckers better be ready
Competitively all y'all skill levels petty
Technically I'm a technician in his laboratory
Creating a piece till each piece is mastered fully
Craft technician like planned tactician
Brilliant magic of wisdom like a grand wizard
Dreaming all day night perfecting my writtens
I welcome you motherfuckers Circadian Rhythm
All his family had high hopes
Guess we'll have to find out as time goes
Cause he's got a long way to go and time to grow
A childish demeanor
A curious dreamer
A reputable schemer
But all for a good reason
A little shy, a little wild
Little eyes would pop out
To the great wonders of life
In a little town
Back in the village of Seoul
He was so bold
Knowing each home
Keeps on getting foreclosed
Poppa's alcoholic
Momma go no options
They got in the cockpit to America at 6 years old
In a flash, real quick, shit's changing
A new aunt, uncle, cuss, a dog named Kacey
Nintendo 64, Sega, Playstation
Back in Seoul, he had to go to a friend's place to play this
And he would play sports with the kids on the block
And throw fists on the block
Cool with the school chicks on the block
Then he heard of hip hop
And this is what he thought
Yo...
If i ever even make it
All i ever be is thanking
And if i could tell my story and some people hear me
I'm not sure what to say then
A musical lyrical biography
With every spirit, soul, and heart of me
Imagine how dope it be
So i told myself, Jung go for your dreams
Yo...
If i ever even make it
All i ever be is thanking
And if i could tell my story and some people hear me
I'm not sure what to say then
A musical lyrical biography
With every spirit, soul, and heart of me
Imagine how dope it be
So i told myself, Jung go for your dreams
Upcoming hitting puberty in his preteens
Started writing 16's at 16
Daddy still ain't calling
His academics falling
Moms a panic nonsense
Uncle just stomped him
Treading lightly tip toeing around like a mouse
Like there was trip wires out round his house
Knowing his ass would get kicked in or kicked out
But he got tired playing the victim so he peaced out
By 21 a man he become
Took matters in his own hands with plans backed in his palm
Got a 9 to 5 for financial income
Got an apartment lived in his Scion for a month
A complex 7 people piled into one
Searching God looking for a sign from above
Like something's gotta fucking give
Or he's taking every fucking bit
And he's taking every fucking bite he can get
Scavenging scrap junks, bread crumbs, and some
Hemorrhaging out red blood when his pen busts
Spilling his pain in this shit
Like he slit a fucking vein in this shit
Drain it like he's fucking sanking ships
There's no way that he'll quit
Staying till he wins
Till his babies and kids
Pay their respects
Creating legacy paved in his steps
Making history engraved till his death
So if your coming at me motherfuckers better be ready
Competitively all y'all skill levels petty
Technically I'm a technician in his laboratory
Creating a piece till each piece is mastered fully
Craft technician like planned tactician
Brilliant magic of wisdom like a grand wizard
Dreaming all day night perfecting my writtens
I welcome you motherfuckers Circadian Rhythm
Credits
Writer(s): Jung Noh
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