Untitled Song

Welcome to my music box

Dynamite, yet suttle

Fuse is lit, now watch. X2

Welcome to my music box

Wanna fight, I love trouble.

Hates my fuel, so don't stop x2

Welcome to my music box

Heres a lil song about my present spot.

So if ya feel me on this shit

Imma let it fucking drop.

Welcome to my motherfucking music box.

Catch me Living week to week.

Go to work go to sleep

Take a shit maybe eat

Every smile is like a treat

Every blessing that I keep

Is a lesson that I seek

Not stressin no defeat

Gotta passion to compete

Im immaculate on the beat

Stay passin that good weed.

One love, its we need.

World of lies, cheat, and greed. induce on pills, heroin acid, speed.

enjoy shrooms, weed, cocaine and ecstasy.

Live evil and then ya see.

Karma is justice, and the bitch really knows me.

Universe taught I, To Calculate Pi and Phi

And the answer equals me.

Confusions not a sign of weak,

Nor a reason to retreat.

Rather a reason to believe.

Stay unique and I achieve.

I am mystique.I am Dreams.

All this air, Im what you breathe, hair, nails, and skin. What's underneath, wearing masks just to be.

So Understand that eyes can see. And ears can hear the grief. So blind, deaf, and weak.Yet, Truth can set me free. Feeling loose on the leaf. Call it paper fine by me.

Exquisite by choice, cant you see. Express this voice so happily. Manage damage like GE.

 

Write anything here to generate some fresh lines

Emits a beast from the Midwest

The United States fucking chest

Physically we need no vest

Emotional struggle our divine test

So I keep comfort ywhere my heart rest

 

So Blessed I'd say every pulse

Is energy

Emitting from a perception

Scienctifically can't be mention

In this dimension,

Look at a timeline, notice each section,

I noted shitty evolution, with same beginning middle and ending

As kid knew I was never pretending

Psychic abilities had nice defending

Sub-consciously conscious sending

Gamma rays from cardinal spark way before the ascension

Where the will met fear, began trending

These day we pop pills to not tear

Instead of feeling that pulse

Shhh can't ya hear

Oh my, my dear x2

 

We ask why kill deers,

But in the street buck shots

Keep prisons clear

It's that or get a career

Born in a mad world

Where most are programmed to fight the love, not fear

Stare to death, because there scared to death

To actually be who they were before we stress

As the world can chew up and spit out even the best

That's why I came again to finish the rest.

Same energy but different will to swag as I'm fresh.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes