The Flood

This not art rap
It's an instant classic
If you miss this masterpiece
Then you missed some magic

The city said welcome home
You won't be greeted with open arms
Just arms in the open of palms
Hoping you bomb and fail the test
Thought I could cope with the daily stress
But I broke
It was Allah's way to keep me in check
Please speak direct
And connect to the feeling of being starved
I passed cops in Grove Hall doing their job
And harassing us
Not exempt from something hazardous
I try to speak life
They subtract
Ghetto calculus
I hate it here
Objects in the mirror closer than they appear
Almost died three times in three months since I made it here
I'll make it clear
Something's conspiring to kill me
Look me dead in the face
You wanna grill me
I'm dead inside already
You can't feel me
Numbing all my pain and my joy
What's the real thing
It's hard to recognize
And I don't know if I'll be fine
But I'll try
I mastered pain
Because I mastered my thoughts
That's a lie
Cause I laugh at the things that make most men cry
Shots fly in the air
No emotion to em
From the other side of the grave
He motions to them
Not afraid of death when you hanging with him so often
When I die
Don't bury my dreams in a coffin
Ideas survive and mine were as big as they come
I'm trying to make it forty
Not the forty drum
Nobody owe me none
And I'll die debt free
These words came from the Lord respectfully
Lessons learned from the other side
The funk of death
Two-step to the left
Until he hit the slide
No skipping steps
You tripping
I put all my feelings in my writtens
I know I'm blessed
Just look at this life I was given
By controlling my intention
I put myself in this position
To win
My desire is to do it all again
Open the gates for the flood
Can't shut it off until I'm done
In the board room from the mud
I'm as real as they come
My lyrics not on Genius
They belong in museums or mausoleums
Wisdom straight from
I'm her only sun
Golden flows, God's son
Rap's disciple, I'm a Buddha
My kids call me a teacher
I'm forever a student
You rap for clout
That's amusing
I'm rhyming for self-improvement
Lewis, what are we doin
These textbooks can't teach you how to lead a movement
You can't fake the funk
If you the one, then prove it
From the corner to corner office
I don't have to code switch
I'm a CEO
And 10 years ago I was homeless
No cosigner
I negotiated every deal
I might become a rap star without a record deal
Tell Guru I made it
I got Mass Appeal
And tell Nas to sign me to massive deal

This not art rap
It's an instant classic
If you miss this masterpiece
Then you missed some magic

This not art rap
It's an instant classic
If you miss this masterpiece
Then you missed some magic



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Willis
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