Pour Up

:15 IshTALKER

What you know bout barren streets, no gas or heat

Ration food to eat, kids fed first before being put to sleep

Paid in Full like Rakim and Eric B., magic eight ball

Showed me I could have it all… If I looked further

Than my eyes could see, got my mind right

In hindsight, at an early age wish I had King's Disease

But to GOD I prayed for more money to make

Now I'm blessed with Sunny Days in a Hurricane

Living it up, success is nothing but me

Delivering in the clutch, understand science

I'm Superman uncuffed, Kobe "Bean" Bryant at the Ruck

My genes are what heroes and legends are made of

Pour a drink for a King cause I chose to rise out the streets

Fulfill the prophecy, hit the jackpot buck stops with me

Struck generational wealth lottery, adopting moves

From players off the black top lock step now I'm a rap GOD

 

1:12 Neo-Arno

I've come from afar but I wanna rise from the curb to the stars

But I'm pouring up bottles, fell in love with the bars

More secrets hidden than Bermuda has

Student amongst mutants, I'm subhuman trash

Unfit and sorry, lack the grit for glory

Retract if you expected an uplifting story

The scarecrow in the cornfield, I'm the farmer's forwarder

He's actually a harvester commander of war orchestras

And I'm just part of the picture, I'm the neocortical

The more I dig deeper I feel filial with the grim reaper

Let's give up I'm defeated, I'm a scribbling idiot

Inferior material's what I'm giving recipients

They're innocent believers at grotesque distance from genius

My voice in the void is indistinct whispers

It's killing my spirit to live in this prison

And people been blind since the British been sleeping with children

 

1:55 Person

I’ve experienced some horrors in my youth

Which lead pain to follow, dark painted shadow behind me trying to remind me the timing I was a soldier with my boots

Always tried to be courageous, when life’s horrendous but my sorrow had resumed

And proceed to grow, no way to redeem a code to discount the suffering or dismount the irony of life, grew poorer most than you

Had NOS (NAS) energized me to move forward in life “Til It Was Written”

Feeling caffeinated til I was Kaeper-hated in the Army before my spirit was lifted

Reminiscing random tensions when I gave them my all, asked for my “quarters back”

That I’ve once lend ‘em as my active duty was ending, waiting for my orders back

Time was ticking on my wristwatch ready to getting all my discharge paperwork

Looking at the people I’ve done favors for, their sweat drippin slow like maple syr’up

I’ve been through more than them, and I was getting forced out for being injured!

Said I was seen to lingered doing nothing at work as soon I seemed to enter

On my last year because I was in a fucking cast and bleeding inward!!

Watched the sky had darken, waiting for my timing to come, fighting my thoughts

Finding the grey lining, my God!

I remember vividly the velvet stream of blood from my Battle died in my arms

Once a lively soul suddenly lifeless, I couldn’t see his cold breath no more

I’ve never dealt with death before, we got attacked but everyone else left alone

Feeling so defenseless at those times, had made me so defensive almost like

Everyday, gon’ thru every pain you could ever name, the pretentious arose high

Which raised my confidence, now I feel I can take anything you’re coming with

My skills permitted their chances to step in my field perimeter, no common sense

In these rappers on here, I went through Poland and I’m back on my Homeland

I can kill you with my own hands, lyrically or physically at any single MOMENT

You had your chance in 2022, THAT WAS MY OFF-SEASON, now is “the.climb.back”

I was in “Recovery” now it’s revolving me to show “No Love” and to fight back

I was at my weakest, feel so sensitive it’ll hit my nerves, you all could puncture (acupuncture)

My soul at those time, now we are in the time where I fucking could rupture

This entire rap site, have you flatline or fucking leave you pale like an anemic

I’ll never be killed, even defeated, I am the sole reason why Goatz still keeps on deleting

I keep it serious (sirius) like XM, and if you haven’t read man (Redman) maybe “Tonight’s Da Night”

You’ve been warned ‘fore you benchwarmers decide it’s your time to say goodbye when I

Strike you down like a bowing ball, you’re a bunch of morons

I’ll just collect my tax free check, sit back and start to pour up