INTROspective

Y'all want to know why the album is late
I've been giving y'all time to get the last one straight
T-O-T-P back when me and Doc put them days in
To make hits spending long nights in his basement
Yea while y'all were all scared to hit stages
I was busting rhymes at the eighth celebration
Like that then we had JP's packed
But they ain't want me back because I cursed in my raps
But the way I moved crowds had a huge impact
On the surface word
I was catching wreck in the underground circuit
Had them surfing these local rappers nervous
For certain and industry leeches stay lurking
Every time I was contacted by an A and R
He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star
Oh how naive I can be so let's see

Want to know why the album taking so long
Pay attention I will break it down in this song
Twenty fifteen mark of the junk
All the GYB homies been hyping me up enough said
Around the same time I had started my dreads
And embarked on a spiritual conquest an onset push
Towards alignment and compliance
I put down some habits and I picked up a plant based diet
A new redefined sentiment
Lust is a bitch so I just went celibate and been so ever since
I turned twenty three full focus on my craft
And as of this spring I re-enrolled in class
But let me rewind for a moment
All summer seventeen I was homeless
Steady going in and out it I was clouded
But I thank God a couple homies let me crash on their couches
I owe y'all for sure I was selling clothes
Doing travel studio booking shows
So me and Mayor hit the road and went broke

Another setback and reason why my album hasn't released
Time and time again history will repeat
So I packed up my things and unpacked in the P
Probably redid the whole thing three times each
And I couldn't find a studio to cut it for cheap
I said fuck it so I opened one and did it for free
But still nothing new couple deals fell through
Never trust anyone claiming they can help you
And just when I thought I had started going crazy
I met the love of my life and she mother fucking played me
I felt like quitting I admit it
And I'm still caught up in my feelings because I miss it
Now I'm sitting here wishing on eleven eleven
That I can find peace in hidden tantric methods
Practicing the message that I preach in my movement
Took a step back on the scale with Anubis
No more excuses I developed the blue print
And split it in to two discs soon
I will present to you junk music