Quicksilver

(Prepare to launch)
Fly with me
Are you gonna ride or die with me?
I'm climbing higher trees
Fruit of labor
Yet still eating Applebee's
I'm a leakin' battery
In this analogy
I'm freakin' cowardly
I got a salary
But I'm dreamin' for a better livin' hourly
Battling, beatin' a fortified mentality
Hold the line, court has died
Now I rule my mind
Don't want your two cent
To me, to rise like balloons
Cut loose ends
Burnt its ties
Gone, I flew
The cold of skies
Yet grounded from the amount of tries
'Cause my sound is me, it's mine
Believe it finds the right people
I'm hopeful they're hate fuel
I'm grateful their gates loose
I'm faithful they see soon
Yeah, I really got so much to prove I guess
The music hits a rhythm
And my pen just keeps on rippin'
I'm abusing every sentence to it's limit
He's a mirror villain
Rear-view driven
Your appearance doesn't mean I'm failin'
All my views are darin'
Black mailed all the red herrings
Called the future sayin'
Back then I was lead, caring
Humble 'til I felt the rumble
Of the people puzzled at my lyrics
Like their losin' hearin'
But the end is nearin'
Move the rubble
See the tunnel clearin'
Love to beat that couple wit' my writing ability
Couple of uppercuts showin' fighting agility
Really gotta get a bit violence heightened wit' enemies
And I'm lettin' every bit of hidden envy in my bones
Vibrate in this climate of "no's"
Then my business better grow with interest
Every asset that I gained
Is turning liquid
Livid but I pivot to vivid thoughts
Frankly, cams snap
I'ma still, in awe
The rap masquerade
Needs a Coup De Grace



Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Jetty Przybyszewski
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