Lost Souls
Yo, shout out Dalty Fre$h
AKA Kid Alien
AKA Space Cadet
Esketit
How can I focus in the limelight constantly
Walk onto stage and them bright lights shine on me
Blinding me
My conscious help my third eye to see
Rap is my adventure that's why I call this shit the odyssey
These critics hating 'cause they can't find it as hot as me
Now I rap these other punks start mocking me
A mockery most rappers make about their property
Pussy, money, weed make me wanna bomb the industry
I got the game in the bag call that shit groceries
Fuck the beat verbally 'til I bust it's fucking ovaries
Addicted to attention when I spit this perfection
Ascension of my consciousness to a different dimension
Picture perfect artwork I rip with my lessons
There's simply no restrictions I depict in this sentence
Most of the rap nowadays is simply corrupted
Most of their bullshit it's just written about nothing
I'll rap the fucking truth while I'm sippin' a little something
Sometimes I get so fucking ripped I can't even function
I got a third eye
Shit, I got the hippie flower cash
Sand speck descend to the bottom of the hour glass
In my pocket I got chakras and a powder pack
Imma reach the top not a single person doubtin' that
Y'all been sleeping on me better take a power nap
But Imma make it rain soon. Y'all 'gon need a shower cap
Started rapping years ago one night I had a vision
Eatin' other MC's I got a fast metabolism
Screaming "Fuck the world" rapping with a slit throat
I got a death wish liquid mixed by Jim Jones
Fuck yeah, I spit poison no copperhead
I pull my boxers off and slither in your daughter's bed
I'm a Lost Soul, shit, I'm a lost cause
I'm like a husky deep in hell that's drinkin' hot sauce
My penmanship is so immaculate elaborate
So keep on barking, punk, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
Nah. Shit, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
What? Nah, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
Huh? Nah, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
I don't wanna fight, but if I have to I'm a pacifist
It's the L-O-S-T
S-O-U-L-S
It's the L-O-S-T
S-O-U-L-S
I'm a Nobody, bitch
AKA Kid Alien
AKA Space Cadet
Esketit
How can I focus in the limelight constantly
Walk onto stage and them bright lights shine on me
Blinding me
My conscious help my third eye to see
Rap is my adventure that's why I call this shit the odyssey
These critics hating 'cause they can't find it as hot as me
Now I rap these other punks start mocking me
A mockery most rappers make about their property
Pussy, money, weed make me wanna bomb the industry
I got the game in the bag call that shit groceries
Fuck the beat verbally 'til I bust it's fucking ovaries
Addicted to attention when I spit this perfection
Ascension of my consciousness to a different dimension
Picture perfect artwork I rip with my lessons
There's simply no restrictions I depict in this sentence
Most of the rap nowadays is simply corrupted
Most of their bullshit it's just written about nothing
I'll rap the fucking truth while I'm sippin' a little something
Sometimes I get so fucking ripped I can't even function
I got a third eye
Shit, I got the hippie flower cash
Sand speck descend to the bottom of the hour glass
In my pocket I got chakras and a powder pack
Imma reach the top not a single person doubtin' that
Y'all been sleeping on me better take a power nap
But Imma make it rain soon. Y'all 'gon need a shower cap
Started rapping years ago one night I had a vision
Eatin' other MC's I got a fast metabolism
Screaming "Fuck the world" rapping with a slit throat
I got a death wish liquid mixed by Jim Jones
Fuck yeah, I spit poison no copperhead
I pull my boxers off and slither in your daughter's bed
I'm a Lost Soul, shit, I'm a lost cause
I'm like a husky deep in hell that's drinkin' hot sauce
My penmanship is so immaculate elaborate
So keep on barking, punk, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
Nah. Shit, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
What? Nah, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
Huh? Nah, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
I don't wanna fight, but if I have to I'm a pacifist
It's the L-O-S-T
S-O-U-L-S
It's the L-O-S-T
S-O-U-L-S
I'm a Nobody, bitch
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Writer(s): Grant Bassett
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