it's true
I saw the look in your eyes
Man that shit shook me, i cried
Saw you sprinting from these problems man you pushed them aside
So why you looking surprised
When i told you it wont work out
I wrote another verse now
Show exposure to my hurt, ouch
All these bruises and scratches
I spoke to buddha, he patted
Me on the back, told me to lose the attachment
Get in the studio rapping
I kept the boof in the packet, smoked one before i layed down a verse
We toast up before i lay out the words
I say my speech to the audience
It sounds like keys of accordion
And they tell me its ethereal i saw people recording it
Cameras flashing, hands kept on clapping
Critics tryna examine my passion
But i'll be damned if i'm capping
Bout the love i got for this rap shit and my supporters
We pack it just like an order
Like baptist i got the water
No faucet, thats not your real persona you force it
My mind sometimes i ponder, i lost it
Imma be very prosperous
Hands on the strings like im Eric Johnson
Control the puppet, i blow and tuck it, i burry coffins
Cus being alive gets you dead, thats what a paradox is
So i keep an um-beretta just like i'm mary poppins
My hands covered with calluses
I've been chasing the chalices
With the coveted challenge
That comes with rolling in talent
Cuz I've been lying with talent
I contort the fucking truth
Until it tore and it ravage
Im living with malice
I've been looking in my Mirrors of my ego
It's like a palace of madness
And all my demons they stay clapping
Paranoid of my racket
Attack it stab it in the back
I know I'm scared that I'm average
Success will come with poison it's just Half of the package
Would drop it or grab it?
You get it now?
Ion like to repeat myself
Only say Hi when you need my help
Imma say bye to your needy self
I aint the guy with the greed for wealth
Thats why you gotta watch your back
Cause any person can be a serpent
You dont know who's the closest until you open the curtains
Man that shit shook me, i cried
Saw you sprinting from these problems man you pushed them aside
So why you looking surprised
When i told you it wont work out
I wrote another verse now
Show exposure to my hurt, ouch
All these bruises and scratches
I spoke to buddha, he patted
Me on the back, told me to lose the attachment
Get in the studio rapping
I kept the boof in the packet, smoked one before i layed down a verse
We toast up before i lay out the words
I say my speech to the audience
It sounds like keys of accordion
And they tell me its ethereal i saw people recording it
Cameras flashing, hands kept on clapping
Critics tryna examine my passion
But i'll be damned if i'm capping
Bout the love i got for this rap shit and my supporters
We pack it just like an order
Like baptist i got the water
No faucet, thats not your real persona you force it
My mind sometimes i ponder, i lost it
Imma be very prosperous
Hands on the strings like im Eric Johnson
Control the puppet, i blow and tuck it, i burry coffins
Cus being alive gets you dead, thats what a paradox is
So i keep an um-beretta just like i'm mary poppins
My hands covered with calluses
I've been chasing the chalices
With the coveted challenge
That comes with rolling in talent
Cuz I've been lying with talent
I contort the fucking truth
Until it tore and it ravage
Im living with malice
I've been looking in my Mirrors of my ego
It's like a palace of madness
And all my demons they stay clapping
Paranoid of my racket
Attack it stab it in the back
I know I'm scared that I'm average
Success will come with poison it's just Half of the package
Would drop it or grab it?
You get it now?
Ion like to repeat myself
Only say Hi when you need my help
Imma say bye to your needy self
I aint the guy with the greed for wealth
Thats why you gotta watch your back
Cause any person can be a serpent
You dont know who's the closest until you open the curtains
Credits
Writer(s): Tec Spitfax
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