Feel Myself
Think about times i couldn't feel myself
Now i feel myself
All of that pain that my soul
Had felt
Now we in good health
All of them boys tryna chase
That wealth
And i lost some boys
But it's still oh well
They ain't dead yet
They just couldn't change themselves
So when the team evolved
They couldn't find new shells
Spin shells like a Mario brother
I got a lotta dead weight
Tryna keep us all under
And i been
At work tryna find some peace
And the things you claim
I don't care if you keep
Had enough of these foolish games
Had enough late nights
With not much sleep
Had shame
Tryna reach this peak
Now they know my name
And they know my team
They don't really know what i been
Doing
What i been on
But they know now
Like my new song
Had a few ones that'll prove how
We the few shaolin monks
Boutta blow the whole damn roof out
Knock a tooth out
Tryna bite my style
You a bold face lie
Like Diddy ain't a (shhh)
So tell me who's up to box next?
I chop necks
I can see 'em try to top this
You lost it
Ain't no gettin' outta this moshpit
It's TJM get your tickets on Moshtix
They feel jealousy
So they hoping we don't win
I know these fools
On my nuts tryna hold 'em
So I leave a hole in 'em
Like the head of a dolphin
Ain't nobody better than DZ
The meanest you got a little buzz
But you fucking now with the bee's nest
You miniature, i'm minotaur
Mollywoppin' i beat 'em
Spitting on these records like
Hailey Welch when i breath it
I wreak so much havoc
A prodigy, i'm the cleanest
We mob so deep
Need scuba gear just to breath here
You ain't really ready for Mordor
I torch all
Living rent free
They seeing me in their corridor
Condor, conquer puttin' 'em in a coffin
I cough on 'em, sick
We really aboutta off 'em
Watching me spit
And suddenly playing possum
I'm possibly wicked
Ain't nobody slicker talkin'
My trigger finger itch
To hear 'em keep talkin' gossip
All of you pricks
Are bitches you couldn't cop it
A prophet at this
But still ain't turning a profit
A bottle of piss
For all the effort you morons
Now i feel myself
All of that pain that my soul
Had felt
Now we in good health
All of them boys tryna chase
That wealth
And i lost some boys
But it's still oh well
They ain't dead yet
They just couldn't change themselves
So when the team evolved
They couldn't find new shells
Spin shells like a Mario brother
I got a lotta dead weight
Tryna keep us all under
And i been
At work tryna find some peace
And the things you claim
I don't care if you keep
Had enough of these foolish games
Had enough late nights
With not much sleep
Had shame
Tryna reach this peak
Now they know my name
And they know my team
They don't really know what i been
Doing
What i been on
But they know now
Like my new song
Had a few ones that'll prove how
We the few shaolin monks
Boutta blow the whole damn roof out
Knock a tooth out
Tryna bite my style
You a bold face lie
Like Diddy ain't a (shhh)
So tell me who's up to box next?
I chop necks
I can see 'em try to top this
You lost it
Ain't no gettin' outta this moshpit
It's TJM get your tickets on Moshtix
They feel jealousy
So they hoping we don't win
I know these fools
On my nuts tryna hold 'em
So I leave a hole in 'em
Like the head of a dolphin
Ain't nobody better than DZ
The meanest you got a little buzz
But you fucking now with the bee's nest
You miniature, i'm minotaur
Mollywoppin' i beat 'em
Spitting on these records like
Hailey Welch when i breath it
I wreak so much havoc
A prodigy, i'm the cleanest
We mob so deep
Need scuba gear just to breath here
You ain't really ready for Mordor
I torch all
Living rent free
They seeing me in their corridor
Condor, conquer puttin' 'em in a coffin
I cough on 'em, sick
We really aboutta off 'em
Watching me spit
And suddenly playing possum
I'm possibly wicked
Ain't nobody slicker talkin'
My trigger finger itch
To hear 'em keep talkin' gossip
All of you pricks
Are bitches you couldn't cop it
A prophet at this
But still ain't turning a profit
A bottle of piss
For all the effort you morons
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