'Tistic Type'o Tempo
Ain't a
Greater burden sitting and sharing an inner-demon
With evil livin' inside your mind, feeding weakness
You won't defeat 'em, they keep you down, keep you bleeding
But don't retreat, smile, grin, you leave 'em seething
Come 'ere son, lend me an ear for a second
I got some words of wisdom, on God I can't remember 'em
I'm too confused, brew consumed, can't deduce
How I got here or how to undo this fucking noose
But lemme compile through just a few tales
Of how society sucks, lifes but a thin veil
Comprised of dumb cunts, working just for lug-nuts
Cursed to eternally toil for naught, higher-ups
(That won't be you dude) Lucky to get through on what you do
As if math and CPUs ever meant a thing to you
Skip ya uni dues, pursuing chippy crews
Now know and viewing entire systems abuse, you
Skip this rapping crap back outta the booth
Watch your mouth like the youth, clue in the crookedest suits
Upset over everything from my words down to my shoes
But i can't be moved, move through your movements like Ali do
A fucking wild dude, I'm higher than hired goons
Below a silent type-a moon with a wired mic intune
Watch a cypher write and bloom 'till my mind's a wider room
Full of vile rhymes and moves like assignments i couldn't do
Don't let me cut you off, sorry teach I'm going ('tistic boss)
Rap until these actors pack up, admit their loss
Amidst the monster (haunt ya) an ethereal force
Little remorse, sit here sipping on piss like Rick Ross
Meant rock like Rick when I sit here flipping ya's off
Split atoms with single songs, dare rappers sing-a-long
To this lyrical wizard sit here with fiddy bongs
Punchin 'em quicker, figuring rights from wrongs
I could go forever severing letters from the song
But the severance leveraged against the mental is a bond
That keeps us bending sentences better bet I'll evolve
Tell ya men I said I'd ten X anything to sets of gongs
I'm like McGreggor when I kick your heels off of your boots
(Hills have eyes) see Gilli dining on five guys at two
At five guys lyrically killing fine line taboos
Write lines to boot, retire entire mild crews
Uh
Greater burden sitting and sharing an inner-demon
With evil livin' inside your mind, feeding weakness
You won't defeat 'em, they keep you down, keep you bleeding
But don't retreat, smile, grin, you leave 'em seething
Come 'ere son, lend me an ear for a second
I got some words of wisdom, on God I can't remember 'em
I'm too confused, brew consumed, can't deduce
How I got here or how to undo this fucking noose
But lemme compile through just a few tales
Of how society sucks, lifes but a thin veil
Comprised of dumb cunts, working just for lug-nuts
Cursed to eternally toil for naught, higher-ups
(That won't be you dude) Lucky to get through on what you do
As if math and CPUs ever meant a thing to you
Skip ya uni dues, pursuing chippy crews
Now know and viewing entire systems abuse, you
Skip this rapping crap back outta the booth
Watch your mouth like the youth, clue in the crookedest suits
Upset over everything from my words down to my shoes
But i can't be moved, move through your movements like Ali do
A fucking wild dude, I'm higher than hired goons
Below a silent type-a moon with a wired mic intune
Watch a cypher write and bloom 'till my mind's a wider room
Full of vile rhymes and moves like assignments i couldn't do
Don't let me cut you off, sorry teach I'm going ('tistic boss)
Rap until these actors pack up, admit their loss
Amidst the monster (haunt ya) an ethereal force
Little remorse, sit here sipping on piss like Rick Ross
Meant rock like Rick when I sit here flipping ya's off
Split atoms with single songs, dare rappers sing-a-long
To this lyrical wizard sit here with fiddy bongs
Punchin 'em quicker, figuring rights from wrongs
I could go forever severing letters from the song
But the severance leveraged against the mental is a bond
That keeps us bending sentences better bet I'll evolve
Tell ya men I said I'd ten X anything to sets of gongs
I'm like McGreggor when I kick your heels off of your boots
(Hills have eyes) see Gilli dining on five guys at two
At five guys lyrically killing fine line taboos
Write lines to boot, retire entire mild crews
Uh
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