Versa Major

Out the frying pan into the fire
Hopping straight up out the frying pan into the fire
They set my pants on fire and then called me a liar
Set my pants on fire and then called me a liar

I spit the fire when it's down to the wire
They could crown me right now bow down and admire
I'm the home-town home-grown got my own style
Go and check the records homie got a pretty long file
I've been spitting since college UMass Amherst
Swear time flew way too fast you first
I turned new dirt over
Listening to old Hova
Never been a braggadocious person or a stone-thrower
Just a stone's throw away from the top now
Think we need to renovate the game from the top down
More ownership for artists and the ones who work the hardest
And the ones who pour their hearts in they're the ones who ought to reap the harvest
It's time to take it back to where we started
True magic is focus and now the seas are parting
Seasons changing me I'm rearranging flows and beat arrangements
Sometimes it seems strange
But I keep going
Stop and sniff roses
Often its moments of pure bliss
I'm floating off in meditation
Contemplation
Often these thoughts get lost in translation



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Colten
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