VERSE 1
I haven't been on my grind as much, going through growing pains
Trying to get to know this place, but down to business now, since time's winding up
They try to follow these rhymes as if it's what Simon does
I've written lines that will have them listeners lining up
I don't know how else to express myself, letting it out has lead to melting hell
And feeling better than I've ever felt, these flames will never squelch
Full of gas, like I'm set to belch, foot on the gas like *F1's*
If your beat sucks, you'd bet I'd *help*, make instrumentals better, yup!
Keep peddling up hill and I never give up
May settle to look at the road map, but that's only so direction's set
Clever yet wise, since the prize in my eye's delicate
Life's about co-creation rather than obeying delegates
Put the pain into work to become an artist that's free
Got blood stains on my shirt from wearing my heart on my sleeve
Keep sharpening these bars
Feel like I'm starving to feed, via food for thought
Raw truth, that's awfully rude, so you'll have to pardon me...
HOOK
A peaceful spirit with dreams to experience, achieving the limitless, please...Are you hearing this? Check 1,2,1,2... Are you hearing this? Check 1,2,1,2! (x2)
VERSE 2
A few times I almost gave this shit up
Until I thought how dare I forget what I'm capable of
Feeling pretty flattered trillions of cells, are willing to animate my matter
The patterns created on this planet are something to marvel at
Fantastic, and nothing short of that
Pour my soul over the track like where the motors drag
Every time I kick it, I kill it, I've got a toe to tag, rap thorough, overlap
Molten lava flow, volcano, smoke and ash, is what they know this as!
I'm egalitarian, sharing raps
With a vocab as vast as librarians, the glare is very brash
Whether you glance or stare, no longer scared to act
And that don't mean I fabricate shit, I'm real/reel as film for tape with facts
Drastic statements for a blatant plan
Straight passages, like underground escape paths, to get away from madness
When anger grasps, I aim to be a patient man
Trying to turn plantations into landscapes of sacred stance
HOOK
VERSE 3
The thought patterns can draw matter, like black holes
My rap flows, have just got fatter/phatter, like flab rolls, such as how balls travel
Quadruple similies, straight through Clemens pitching
Just in case you didn't catch those, grab hold!
Right under your nose, but still over your head
Kill it when I go in like militants, the instrumental's dead
Do this to help me, as long as it benefits the rest
If you're selfish, then you're limited, and we're infinite at best
Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is power
I chose the latter, so now when rain falls, I call it a shower
Tell the world who I am, while cats still ask themselves "Who am I?"
Then follow trends, times due, so...Do you or die
Them boys wack, bark twice as loud, but make half the noise
I'm poised to leave a mark on the world just like an asteroid
Enjoying rapping, with a gift to give like Santa's toys
I'm jacked on roids with the bars I lift, pass the joint
