'Till I Bleed
The essence of it is just the vocals
And just, each individual displaying what they feel
Expressing themselves in an artistic manner
But at the same time (yeah) us gelling together
Obstacles they come and go like people that you used to know
This rap be in my soul I got that pure blood flow
See I'm the prodigal son
You in my opticals, done
I got the cash for the funds
I'll bring it back when I'm done
And you hyper-over-analyzin'
Ain't no fucking friend of mine
I climbed up on the highest peaks and swam in all the darkest deep
For you I know it's hard to sleep
Defeat is gnawing at your feet
Me, I just chop the beat
Cut 'em up and add the heat
Chef hours
Keep your sympathy and fake flowers, take ours
I said we don't want that fake shit
A common misconception but it's obviously unimpressive
You just copy every breath it's like you're taking backwards steps
Wet work, watch me kill 'em all for net worth
Headfirst, into the game and now my chest hurts
Expect worse, right around the corner but you
Can't reverse, so I cut the beat and go berserk
Uh, well I was gonna say that the record has uh, has that old school vibe to it in the fact that each emcee has their, you know, their different line
And you know, their break
Word up (uh), it's great to be apart of it
I smoke a pound of buddha
Fucking up the sound, I'm kamastura
You medusa, you gon' die alone eating canned tuna
It's pretty rude for you to ask if I got the juice
I got the bishop on board when I pour make holy moves
I won't ever let it ride until the beat is eat alive
They'd air my shit out on 1000 Ways To Die
I'm that guy, myth busted if you think I wouldn't try
Steady watching from afar, all the moves I spy
I'm done with playing, done with wating on my patience
Done with fixing up the statements that I'm saying In a cadence
If you don't understand don't hesitate to change the station
But we're so out of space this will clear up what's in rotation, yeah
Peep the pep in my step even when I lead
It could turn to leaps keep on reppin' hip-hop 'till I bleed
New treat, who this, too bliss, to miss
If you go against 2x you'll be reminisced, uh
I feel like it's only right to pay homage, you know what i'm saying?
To the brothers that brought it in here, you know what I mean?
And just, each individual displaying what they feel
Expressing themselves in an artistic manner
But at the same time (yeah) us gelling together
Obstacles they come and go like people that you used to know
This rap be in my soul I got that pure blood flow
See I'm the prodigal son
You in my opticals, done
I got the cash for the funds
I'll bring it back when I'm done
And you hyper-over-analyzin'
Ain't no fucking friend of mine
I climbed up on the highest peaks and swam in all the darkest deep
For you I know it's hard to sleep
Defeat is gnawing at your feet
Me, I just chop the beat
Cut 'em up and add the heat
Chef hours
Keep your sympathy and fake flowers, take ours
I said we don't want that fake shit
A common misconception but it's obviously unimpressive
You just copy every breath it's like you're taking backwards steps
Wet work, watch me kill 'em all for net worth
Headfirst, into the game and now my chest hurts
Expect worse, right around the corner but you
Can't reverse, so I cut the beat and go berserk
Uh, well I was gonna say that the record has uh, has that old school vibe to it in the fact that each emcee has their, you know, their different line
And you know, their break
Word up (uh), it's great to be apart of it
I smoke a pound of buddha
Fucking up the sound, I'm kamastura
You medusa, you gon' die alone eating canned tuna
It's pretty rude for you to ask if I got the juice
I got the bishop on board when I pour make holy moves
I won't ever let it ride until the beat is eat alive
They'd air my shit out on 1000 Ways To Die
I'm that guy, myth busted if you think I wouldn't try
Steady watching from afar, all the moves I spy
I'm done with playing, done with wating on my patience
Done with fixing up the statements that I'm saying In a cadence
If you don't understand don't hesitate to change the station
But we're so out of space this will clear up what's in rotation, yeah
Peep the pep in my step even when I lead
It could turn to leaps keep on reppin' hip-hop 'till I bleed
New treat, who this, too bliss, to miss
If you go against 2x you'll be reminisced, uh
I feel like it's only right to pay homage, you know what i'm saying?
To the brothers that brought it in here, you know what I mean?
Credits
Writer(s): Keenan Layne Rogers, Seth Alexander Bowman, 2xill
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