Chaos Disassembled

Haven't made enemies yet, guess I've been living too far from the edge
Not that I want to make enemies, don't get ahead of me, but I want a little respect
I make a grime beat using folk licks 'cause I wanna be the one to mix them styles
And you can find me in my own mix 'cause I wanna be the one to blow

Making record after record in the nest
Recollecting all the times I thought I was rhyming at my best
And the crazy thoughts you get when you're up smoking, up drinking all night
Fifteen-pack of Old Mil?
Ha ha, alright

I hope in the streets and in the press, everyone's talkin' 'bout me
'Cause in this industry I wanna be the Pres, and I ain't talkin' 'bout T
Influences coming out of my keister and left, right, and center
Believe me, I ain't lying
Didn't wanna have to choose between two genres
Joke song, folk song, I decided that I would make both songs
Make sure they turn into dope songs, or I won't release 'em at all
I picked apart my life, I realized music was the be-all-end-all
'Cause my life's a shit-show, it's chaos disassembled

I picked it apart piece by piece, where music is art and I can believe
I can do what I want and never compete, except with myself; my art is for me
This one's not about guns, this one's not about thugs
This one's not about funds, this one's not about drugs
It's all about fun

Tryna get out of my comfort zone, having the fun until fun gets old
And my thoughts switch up so I flip-flop into hip hop
Any music I will undergo
Except maybe country, really not a fan
However that old shit legit fuckin' slaps
Not that I'm tryna put down a genre, just being honest
I got opinions, just like all of us
And everyone's entitled to their own
I realize folks won't like this song or that fact I rap
But the fact its that I grew up on this shit. It's the bones in my back
And I know that I'm no Lamont Coleman; my flow's whack
But I know rappin' and makin' these beats will give me the outlet I need

I wanna challenge my talents, challenge my ego
Handle the fact I'll be challenged my people
Handle the fact I'll be judged
Handle the fact that I wanna be see-through
Knowing well right not everyone likes me
Knowing well right not everyone needs to
Knowing well right the journey will end but the story begins with a song