Wasted Talent

Shut down the negativity by repeating "yes"
Yes, hold up ya hand if you've been recently blessed
Yea, I speak from the chest
So it's an added bonus if I end up just being the best
It's like...

It's like I got six senses
I see through you like I got X-ray contact lenses
I clear over ya rhymes like Rottweilers over the fences
Your only defense is three Mini Doberman Pinschers

And I'm taking over by inches
One line at a time
If I hear a rhyme finer than mine
I put my nose to the grind

No lyin' I'm tryin' to keep it various
Hilarious switch to very serious
Which is what you would expect from an Aquarius

Sometimes I wanna bail, but if I quit then I fail
Life got me sick lookin pale
Might as well sit up in jail with no stories to tell inside of my cell
I change my mind, realized I create my own hell so

I refuse to fall into hatred and violence
I refuse to be a statistical Wasted Talent
I was born with a gift for me
This is what's lifting me and until you sick of me
I can't remain silent

My mind's on that 'cause, this what I chose
No time to sit back I'm on the tip of my toes
I'ma shine on my tracks turning dimes into stacks
'Til I recline with my hat on the bridge of my nose

My mind's on that...
I'm on the tip of my toes

It's funny I only listen when I say what I cannot do
How about, "I can't think of anything that I cannot do"
And if there's any chance that's true
I look up, say a prayer "Lord, please enhance this dude"

My method, conquer level one and advance to two
'Cause this everyday-job is something I can't stand to do
And I know exactly what I plan to do
Make DT Lamont be the only one that I answer to

It's gotta be a false sense of reality pulling
All of this aggression and anxiety outta me
And don't lie to me and say "It's Society"
Society will never see that side of me

It's like a combination of irritation and aggravation
This financial situation got me stuck in this occupation
But I got that motivation mingling with determination
Now that I got that concentration that's gonna be taking me to the top
Who wit' me?

I refuse to fall into hatred and violence
I refuse to be a statistical Wasted Talent
I was born with a gift for me
This is what's lifting me and until you sick of me
I can't remain silent

My mind's on that 'cause, this what I chose
No time to sit back I'm on the tip of my toes
I'ma shine on my tracks turning dimes into stacks
'Til I recline with my hat on the bridge of my nose

'Til I recline...

Meditate 'til my mind start playin a beat
I raise my frequency then relay what I see
I say what I speak I speak what I say
What I take from this beat
My tongue will leak it away

It's mystique in a way, like a lethal dose of potion
It's supposed to explode soon as you think that I'm chokin'
"No sinkin', I'm floatin'
The whole entire ocean is soakin' my clothin'"

Now these words have been chosen as an analogy of emotions
Once Word has been spoken, there's ain't no thing
Keeping my doors from openin', suppose you closin'em
You provokin' ya nose and them facial bones to get broken
I'm "woke" enough for you to think that I'm jokin'

"Mr. D.A.N.T still believin' leavin' the accent mark off the E
is disrespectin' me" but I digress.
I'll progress all of this stress off of my chest
When Me replies to I, "Yes"

I refuse to fall into hatred and violence
I refuse to be a statistical Wasted Talent
I was born with a gift for me
This is what's lifting me and until you sick of me
I can't remain silent

My mind's on that 'cause, this what I chose
No time to sit back I'm on the tip of my toes
I'ma shine on my tracks turning dimes into stacks
'Til I recline with my hat on the bridge of my nose

My mind's on that 'cause, this what I chose
No time to sit back I'm on the tip of my toes
I'ma shine on my tracks turning dimes into stacks
'Til I recline with my hat on the bridge of my nose

I can see it
Plain as day
It's crystal clear
Like it's a whole new type of 20 Twenty