The Wisdom Teeth Freestyle
It seems my 10,000 hours went quicker than expected
Prince, Mike, Jimi, Bowie, Miles been resurrected, damn
I can't be tripping off my goals called in question
But suggestions otherwise still get me pissy on the other hand
I scan my lack of empathy for any lesser man
My ego's gripping to the fantasy I laid to plan
I'm God Gifted, Lord Lifted and Art Shifted
Standing sturdy against the haters steady ball fisted
I keep my weight up to the day I drop my last pound
Twisting up the last sound and anything my peers lifted
I'm chasing Purple Haze and Purple Rain
You see me through the smoke and see we not the same
I'm pre greatness, post humble beginnings
You racing against a tortoise who understands that he's winning
My pride won't let me bury my face in the sand
I'm too ambitious, too audacious, too aware to be another man
So we back up in this bitch again
And you know we with the shits again
And I'm burning every bridge again
Muddying the waters, like my flow was out of Michigan
I was dealt a bad hand the blues
Bombard me but my soul
Stands still through abuse
Still listening for cues
I refuse to give up on us or my right to choose
I walk through puddles with my dirty shoes
Tinged in red, the rain of blood surrounds me on the path I drew
A dozen soldiers ran up to the gate and met the blade
The guard awaits a final battle, I await the chance to prove
My ethic deadly
Calm, certain and steady
Art
Living in the next moments memory, damn
I just got my wisdom teeth out, I hope I'm wiser for it...
Prince, Mike, Jimi, Bowie, Miles been resurrected, damn
I can't be tripping off my goals called in question
But suggestions otherwise still get me pissy on the other hand
I scan my lack of empathy for any lesser man
My ego's gripping to the fantasy I laid to plan
I'm God Gifted, Lord Lifted and Art Shifted
Standing sturdy against the haters steady ball fisted
I keep my weight up to the day I drop my last pound
Twisting up the last sound and anything my peers lifted
I'm chasing Purple Haze and Purple Rain
You see me through the smoke and see we not the same
I'm pre greatness, post humble beginnings
You racing against a tortoise who understands that he's winning
My pride won't let me bury my face in the sand
I'm too ambitious, too audacious, too aware to be another man
So we back up in this bitch again
And you know we with the shits again
And I'm burning every bridge again
Muddying the waters, like my flow was out of Michigan
I was dealt a bad hand the blues
Bombard me but my soul
Stands still through abuse
Still listening for cues
I refuse to give up on us or my right to choose
I walk through puddles with my dirty shoes
Tinged in red, the rain of blood surrounds me on the path I drew
A dozen soldiers ran up to the gate and met the blade
The guard awaits a final battle, I await the chance to prove
My ethic deadly
Calm, certain and steady
Art
Living in the next moments memory, damn
I just got my wisdom teeth out, I hope I'm wiser for it...
Credits
Writer(s): Yasin Elahee
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