Pharoah Freestyle
Scuba divers in my lungs
I'm done holding my breath man
You can learn about everything
But you don't know yourself
Thoughts of being done
But wasn't Neo the one
That had to dodge them guns
And man he couldn't stop and run
So I been writing on the sun
This that melanin, excellence
My preference is intellect
Hold on while I introspect
My feelings on how we got knowledge
Use the internet
And the guns is building up
The hoods is raising architects
This turns my thoughts silhouette
Pages start to blacken out
I lecture y'all my best
Compliments I rap it out
These others might be Titans and
I done let the Krakken out
And he could care less son
Bout what you boys is rapping bout
Fuck what y'all be rapping bout
Wrap it up and pack your bags
Yes you got the drive dog
But you just lead to cul-de-sacs
And I'll admit myself
That I had to pull it back
I put my hand up on that shift
And then I got my mind attached
Turned into that brainiac
Since I hit that parking spot
Understand you get the rope
Somebody got a tighter knot
Tired of arguing with these niggas man
Bout who is tight or not
I been plotting since that nigga Mims
Said that he was hot
This is, this is why I'm hot
This is why I'm hot
I am everything you not
And then I started jacking pots
Spread my riches to the poor
We won't have to go to War
If it's not for the people
What the fuck you in it for
Bucks
I'm done holding my breath man
You can learn about everything
But you don't know yourself
Thoughts of being done
But wasn't Neo the one
That had to dodge them guns
And man he couldn't stop and run
So I been writing on the sun
This that melanin, excellence
My preference is intellect
Hold on while I introspect
My feelings on how we got knowledge
Use the internet
And the guns is building up
The hoods is raising architects
This turns my thoughts silhouette
Pages start to blacken out
I lecture y'all my best
Compliments I rap it out
These others might be Titans and
I done let the Krakken out
And he could care less son
Bout what you boys is rapping bout
Fuck what y'all be rapping bout
Wrap it up and pack your bags
Yes you got the drive dog
But you just lead to cul-de-sacs
And I'll admit myself
That I had to pull it back
I put my hand up on that shift
And then I got my mind attached
Turned into that brainiac
Since I hit that parking spot
Understand you get the rope
Somebody got a tighter knot
Tired of arguing with these niggas man
Bout who is tight or not
I been plotting since that nigga Mims
Said that he was hot
This is, this is why I'm hot
This is why I'm hot
I am everything you not
And then I started jacking pots
Spread my riches to the poor
We won't have to go to War
If it's not for the people
What the fuck you in it for
Bucks
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Writer(s): Devin Hunter
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