Chronic
• Written by TheSanity
Life is feeling strange, but I have to make the change, caution I am running
out of exhaustion, Listen to that fire in my heart that's my ignition, No more
blurry vision, I can make a clear decision, If people want to see me then I
am going to make some friction, Rapping is my addiction, I have the
sickest beats, it would make you want to drop 10,000 feet, I am not
living on the street with defeat, No more being discreet, my life will not
be incomplete until I direct my attention to the open, It's like something
inside me awoken, I just stopped feeling broken, was it because I have
finally spoken and stopped being frozen, Man I am the chosen, I spit
rhymes smoother than the ocean, I didn't need a potion to put me in motion,
It was just a combination to get me to my destination and eminem and
hopsin are my motivation, this is my mad equation, to plan an invasion,
on this nation so we can finally have some sensation, Fix all the problems
the government couldn't like starvation donations and medication,
man I have frustration, because of my position, but I am about to solve
problems like a mathematician, steer my own music as a musician,
I don't need a bowl to control my stress and my soul, If you offer it to me
than I will uphold your low intelligence, throw you through a window
because I have adrenaline, that can make me so strong as a exoskeleton,
My origin, is going to make me reborn again, but I represent myself,
I am on the top shelf and It doesn't matter if I have wealth, as long as I have
determination and motivation, dedication concentration, then this will not
be a imagination, This is another of my formation's, No more chronic,
I am going so fast I am sonic, my rhymes move like plate tectonics,
But the radius is so big it effects every economic, So I am the toxic
chronic.
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TheSanity
Member since April 8 2015