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(Verse1)

Elevated circadian cycle of

sleeping yet

Sleeping through classes

on classical modern day poets

Philosophical battles settled

by rhythm, flow

or lyrical content

but never the cashflow

Infinitely like the homie Biggie

Maybe,

I wanna bang it out with Maybachs,

rhymes from a Busta

or self-procaliming Hovas,

Caesar Augustas's

I musta forgot to pay homage to the witnesses

For the quota, used to be mules and 40 acres and

broken promises should lead to broken fingers

Now we living in a world with happy cappy triggers

and I'm jumping the gun, another appropriation bigot

a Korean male man, my history is still here

and I side with the people living in fear

Cuz here's the rumor of the American tumor

blood trickles down from the cup of the winners

 

(Bridge)

Concentration 64

Chambers in the barrel of Wu-Tang Lord

No repeats or hesi-hesi-hesitations

Pen, pencil, or pure imagination

Slicker than a Slick Rick impersonation

Prepare the peter, the piper, the pick up peppers, since

Too many hungry Hip-Hop Hippos in hip-hop everyday

every second every minute, hip-hop will stay

 

(Chorus)

So everyday I thank God

I thank God for the music and the music will thank God

But too often the music will think god

Giving voice to the voiceless and making the crowds wow

I started from the depths and I've taken my steps

They even try to cop me while they're copping my deaths

Music is the culmination of beautiful threats

I'm dreaming of a hip-hop with grace in it's sweat

 

(Verse 2)

Better yet, am I getting better yet?

Diagnosis psychosis ignorance in Cleveland

The Land where the belly of the beast defeasts

the hunger, their passion, show compassion for your enemies

I'm just boppin' to my Cudi

kidding myself, ooh the music in this worlds so pretty

I lose myself to the moment, I never let it go

I never bother no brother and I just tell 'em no

No, to the pocket change

Yes for the sock of shame

Maybe for the Gospel,

I quote un-quote unashamed, unattained

the understanding of love, mercy and grace

Face to face with sin, the emptiness of my faith

but Tupac prophesied, only God can judge me...

and I listen to Kendrick preaching in rhythm and speech

Jimmy Fallon and Timberlake taught history, the mic drop

so I must be educated by hip-hop, right?

 

Right? (echo)

I mean....what is hip-hop?

What do you mean by "giving voice to the voiceless"

or "grace in its sweat?"

and I'll be honest...this is my story, a story of hypocrisy

and most importantly, a story of grace

 

How many people look in the mirror,