So Gone
I'm on some neo-apocalyptic shit
I've spilled enough red liquid
Now the only red stains you'll find on my clothes
Is my girl's lipstick
Road with music I mixed it
I used to fight twisted
Then each chance I had to enter the scene
I missed it
But no more
No my potential is so more - much more
I can feel my soul more - I'm in touch more
I could spit slow or go for a rush more
Yeh more of a rush
When I pick up the mic the whole crowd goes hush
Like aero-dynamic the man is like a Concorde travelling in triple time
Or spitting double dutch
I been living in up
With years of drinking sipping it up
Soon my liver will be shriveling up giving up
I never used to need any crutches
Now where I should be I'm not
MC's you're lucky you ain't heard of Jot
I've been everywhere bu part of the scene
I think I seen too much
I think I have been losing touch
Like back when I used to blaze green too much
Turned 16, leaned on the drugs too much
Rolling like a thug too much
Fell out of love too much
Didn't pray god above too much
It was killing me
Now when I pick up the mic and get on a hype it's too much
I'm killing it!
I'm so gone, broken
I've lost touch with emotion
I'm so gone, completely broken
After all I've done I've lost touch with emotion
I'm so gone, broken
I've lost touch with emotion
But I'm outspoken, strong minded and open
My feelings transmit as music, that's how I show them
I'm held back by my need to go forward
And living up to the name my mother gave me
I don't need no alias
My real birth name is Jot Maxi
Futuristic images fly through my head
That's how I live by my own philosophy
My drive is that until I'm dead
I will always feel the need to fight free
God knows I'm powerful enough
So he sends a lot of tests to try me
I release my anger like this
But I'm not trunna be too grimy
I'm free whether right or wrong
I'll pray on my knees all night long
Like I got it all stored in my mind already lord
I don't need to write these songs but the writings done
The vibes get swung when I come
Eliminate scum the fake ones
Yeah, they clash just for fun
Then I arrive, direct I wanna bun the baddest one
But I'm far from the best
I could get out-barred by anyone
But none of them have been and done
the things that I've done or got the bars that I brung not one
It's all so fun
Dances get done
Heads get spun girls hearts get won
I write my bars under rising sun
Then recite them in the name of the righteous son
That's why I fly right by bystanders
And only ever roll with lightning high standards
Say what you want about me
But I ride these rhythms
To tide my angers you wankers!
I'm so gone, broken
I've lost touch with emotion
I'm so gone, completely broken
After all I've done I've lost touch with emotion
I'm so gone, broken
I've lost touch with emotion
But I'm outspoken, strong minded and open
My feelings transmit as music, that's how I show them
I've spilled enough red liquid
Now the only red stains you'll find on my clothes
Is my girl's lipstick
Road with music I mixed it
I used to fight twisted
Then each chance I had to enter the scene
I missed it
But no more
No my potential is so more - much more
I can feel my soul more - I'm in touch more
I could spit slow or go for a rush more
Yeh more of a rush
When I pick up the mic the whole crowd goes hush
Like aero-dynamic the man is like a Concorde travelling in triple time
Or spitting double dutch
I been living in up
With years of drinking sipping it up
Soon my liver will be shriveling up giving up
I never used to need any crutches
Now where I should be I'm not
MC's you're lucky you ain't heard of Jot
I've been everywhere bu part of the scene
I think I seen too much
I think I have been losing touch
Like back when I used to blaze green too much
Turned 16, leaned on the drugs too much
Rolling like a thug too much
Fell out of love too much
Didn't pray god above too much
It was killing me
Now when I pick up the mic and get on a hype it's too much
I'm killing it!
I'm so gone, broken
I've lost touch with emotion
I'm so gone, completely broken
After all I've done I've lost touch with emotion
I'm so gone, broken
I've lost touch with emotion
But I'm outspoken, strong minded and open
My feelings transmit as music, that's how I show them
I'm held back by my need to go forward
And living up to the name my mother gave me
I don't need no alias
My real birth name is Jot Maxi
Futuristic images fly through my head
That's how I live by my own philosophy
My drive is that until I'm dead
I will always feel the need to fight free
God knows I'm powerful enough
So he sends a lot of tests to try me
I release my anger like this
But I'm not trunna be too grimy
I'm free whether right or wrong
I'll pray on my knees all night long
Like I got it all stored in my mind already lord
I don't need to write these songs but the writings done
The vibes get swung when I come
Eliminate scum the fake ones
Yeah, they clash just for fun
Then I arrive, direct I wanna bun the baddest one
But I'm far from the best
I could get out-barred by anyone
But none of them have been and done
the things that I've done or got the bars that I brung not one
It's all so fun
Dances get done
Heads get spun girls hearts get won
I write my bars under rising sun
Then recite them in the name of the righteous son
That's why I fly right by bystanders
And only ever roll with lightning high standards
Say what you want about me
But I ride these rhythms
To tide my angers you wankers!
I'm so gone, broken
I've lost touch with emotion
I'm so gone, completely broken
After all I've done I've lost touch with emotion
I'm so gone, broken
I've lost touch with emotion
But I'm outspoken, strong minded and open
My feelings transmit as music, that's how I show them
Credits
Writer(s): Jot Mcnamee
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