Solfège

Greetings, its the surrealist ever
Before I found out I could rap
I had no real endeavors
Making me out to be the worst what got em feeling better

& That's sick
But i'll omit the matter
Put an asterisk
Cause it's obvious they ain factor in

Even as much as half the risk
Mug mean but I clean up nice
I'm more dapper then dapper dan
My bars is damaging

Got hooks that pierce like javelins
Sipping java chip frappa-chin-os
To stay awake while tryna teach myself java script
Multiplying my blessings by ten fold

I got the gab of gifts
Just came from playing liquor limbo inna limo full of bimbos
For inspirational purposes only
My sound has yet to click with people

I feel them cursors on me tho
Saying they be praying but
I feel them curses on me ho
It don't alarm me tho

Cus I got people that's gone ride
& Go as far as armies go
Lyrics blend in with the beat
They camoflauge
Dis dat army flow

I music make the best when i'm blown
I'm like a wind chime
Never rushing cus i'm moving on divine time
When i get tight my tongue get loose

Like when you drink wine
Shitting on these nincompoops
Acting like they having but they income spoofed
When it come to speaking heat

I'm embalm fluent
My past could never haunt me
Cause I been gone through it

Do re mi fa so la ti do - o - woah
Bros hate mi cus i'm chose
& My vibe is gold
Often closed off but my eyes wide open
On my potential I was sleep now i'm awoken
& I'll never stop so you a flop if you was hoping

This path dat i'm on's misty like copeland
I'm keeping warm sips tea to prevent throat closing
My reality's harsher than grade low dope is
Life is funny but it ain't no joke &

Y'all chasing money to make hoes focus
Hocus pocused
Having ménages off pills & potions
Mentally ill & hopeless

I was sent to be modern day's Willem Roelofs
That water colored, to broaden culture
Y'all hoes need to let tits hang
Cancer is rampant & bras are the culprit

My verses are sermons
The mic be my pulpit
So in theory I may cause a big bang
Cause I stimulate brains
Verbally illustrate pain

Giving em hell with a biblical name
Getting my points across
Using lyrical slang
Surveilling & sitting back

Took an empirical stance
Now i'm getting flack
Pledged every
Drug free week
Now i'm getting smacked

Clock punching
Running outta time cards
You tightwads couldn't stop my grind with a bite guard
I'm the hardest you niggas don't come close by far

Do re mi fa so la ti do - o - woah
Bros hate mi cus i'm chose
& My vibe is gold
Often closed off but my eyes wide open

On my potential I was sleep now i'm awoken
& I'll never stop so you a flop if you was hoping



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