One of a Kind
Elevated mind state, rhymes great
Never worried about crime rate
It is what is to be, look at me
I went from poverty stricken to full of hope while my flows start kicking
Other opponents out of the mainstream into this waterfall
How many fucks were given? None at all
Trust me in my short life I've done it ya'll, I summit tall
Still leaving a legacy like Legolas
On point floating off this earth like Hercules on a Pegasus
Instead of this regular nonsense that's mediocre
You get life's gamble, a game of poker
What might provoke you, doesn't even faze me
Mad shit I've seen simply has me crazy
I'm far beyond the norm, born to perform
An intense perfect storm, I sound the alarm
How many artists take the same route?
Sell their soul thinking they can make dumb amounts
Of the cashola but settle for less
Get brainwashed, owe money and never invest
Stay stressed while I stick out like a sore thumb
Do ridiculous tours receive more income
My dreams are closer than your hopeless future
I think my spaceship is the best commuter
You talk smack on the computer, that shows your flaws
OG code of laws, you were never close to boss
I rise victimless in a mixed in mess
Exposing the truth about this art, restrictions kept
Most witnesses from saying words of confidence
The ones who spoke out confess are forgotten more than less
I came to re embrace Hip-Hop to save
And pray the B.S. gets marked for a grave
Never worried about crime rate
It is what is to be, look at me
I went from poverty stricken to full of hope while my flows start kicking
Other opponents out of the mainstream into this waterfall
How many fucks were given? None at all
Trust me in my short life I've done it ya'll, I summit tall
Still leaving a legacy like Legolas
On point floating off this earth like Hercules on a Pegasus
Instead of this regular nonsense that's mediocre
You get life's gamble, a game of poker
What might provoke you, doesn't even faze me
Mad shit I've seen simply has me crazy
I'm far beyond the norm, born to perform
An intense perfect storm, I sound the alarm
How many artists take the same route?
Sell their soul thinking they can make dumb amounts
Of the cashola but settle for less
Get brainwashed, owe money and never invest
Stay stressed while I stick out like a sore thumb
Do ridiculous tours receive more income
My dreams are closer than your hopeless future
I think my spaceship is the best commuter
You talk smack on the computer, that shows your flaws
OG code of laws, you were never close to boss
I rise victimless in a mixed in mess
Exposing the truth about this art, restrictions kept
Most witnesses from saying words of confidence
The ones who spoke out confess are forgotten more than less
I came to re embrace Hip-Hop to save
And pray the B.S. gets marked for a grave
Credits
Writer(s): Broot Mccoy & Camouflage Don
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