The CYCLE (feat. Marcus.Jordan)
Nah mean
I mean, I'm sittin' in this dark room
Tryna find the spark soon
These rainy days turnin' into monsoons
I'm cooped up in the crib watching cartoons
I'm waking up late
And it's already getting dark soon
A repetitive cycle
On these beats, moonwalking like Michael
I'm standing on business on five Eiffles
I'm looking down and I might snipe you
Even looking up, I might Mike Tys' you
I like the bright lights
And my power like five rifles
I'm nothing like you
I'm like all five Michaels
I got five rivals that got beef on arrival
Cuz when it comes to food
Even your dogs might bite you
And when it comes to money
Even your dogs might fight you
Trust me, I been through it all
I felt the struggle on the climb
And the pain of the fall
I had people making promises, only to stall
I had to earn my own stripes, now I'm making a call
With the mic, I got the Midas flow
Got the mind of a lion
Even Mufasa wouldn't want the smoke
With the mic, I got the Midas flow
I got the mind of a lion
Even Mufasa wouldn't want the smoke
Is life a cycle
Is losing more about making room
Not making spiteful decisions intertwined with a doom
Why open Bible
Perhaps, to cut through what I consume
The light be shinin' brighter in the dark
Open up your blinds a bit
You might just find a little spark
Open up your mind a bit
You might just mine a little heart
Take the time, rewind a bit
Oh my, I'm farther from the start than I thought I was
Like the Art of War
Son (Sun) be writing armed with Sword, okay
Brunson driving to the paint, I'll show y'all how to ball
Ain't impressed with rap at all
Weak rhymes and punch lines ain't real
Just knock it off
Cheap thrills, it's sounding soft
Meek Mill, look Ima Boss
Redefine the sound
Ain't throwing the towel in, no, not at all
Just unearthing what's underlying
What's worth it overall
What's worship and what's the call
What's purpose and what's applause
What's surface and what's involved
What's the point in pride
When like Mufasa it gotta fall
For I to multiply
Had to divide and define the more
The nature says to hide
Poison inside is what IV's for
Like Gohan in his prime
Feel like these Cells are in final form
Who woulda thought in time
Clocking the pen would be paying off
Said it before
I'm just a young padawan tryna wrestle the Force
The fans say it's real and the real are fans, of course
Make every stanza porous
Cuz what's anointing for
To overflow with the glory
THE CYCLE
The Good Kids with another one
I mean, I'm sittin' in this dark room
Tryna find the spark soon
These rainy days turnin' into monsoons
I'm cooped up in the crib watching cartoons
I'm waking up late
And it's already getting dark soon
A repetitive cycle
On these beats, moonwalking like Michael
I'm standing on business on five Eiffles
I'm looking down and I might snipe you
Even looking up, I might Mike Tys' you
I like the bright lights
And my power like five rifles
I'm nothing like you
I'm like all five Michaels
I got five rivals that got beef on arrival
Cuz when it comes to food
Even your dogs might bite you
And when it comes to money
Even your dogs might fight you
Trust me, I been through it all
I felt the struggle on the climb
And the pain of the fall
I had people making promises, only to stall
I had to earn my own stripes, now I'm making a call
With the mic, I got the Midas flow
Got the mind of a lion
Even Mufasa wouldn't want the smoke
With the mic, I got the Midas flow
I got the mind of a lion
Even Mufasa wouldn't want the smoke
Is life a cycle
Is losing more about making room
Not making spiteful decisions intertwined with a doom
Why open Bible
Perhaps, to cut through what I consume
The light be shinin' brighter in the dark
Open up your blinds a bit
You might just find a little spark
Open up your mind a bit
You might just mine a little heart
Take the time, rewind a bit
Oh my, I'm farther from the start than I thought I was
Like the Art of War
Son (Sun) be writing armed with Sword, okay
Brunson driving to the paint, I'll show y'all how to ball
Ain't impressed with rap at all
Weak rhymes and punch lines ain't real
Just knock it off
Cheap thrills, it's sounding soft
Meek Mill, look Ima Boss
Redefine the sound
Ain't throwing the towel in, no, not at all
Just unearthing what's underlying
What's worth it overall
What's worship and what's the call
What's purpose and what's applause
What's surface and what's involved
What's the point in pride
When like Mufasa it gotta fall
For I to multiply
Had to divide and define the more
The nature says to hide
Poison inside is what IV's for
Like Gohan in his prime
Feel like these Cells are in final form
Who woulda thought in time
Clocking the pen would be paying off
Said it before
I'm just a young padawan tryna wrestle the Force
The fans say it's real and the real are fans, of course
Make every stanza porous
Cuz what's anointing for
To overflow with the glory
THE CYCLE
The Good Kids with another one
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Velez
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