rise up

Rising up...

 

targeting the best...

 

starting this quest...

 

i will invest...

the soul of a dinosaur,

a dragon,

a lion,

dragging out all this lieing,

to the point where its exposed as lies,

all the real will realize,

how to escape this fake disguise,

weve been giving,

bringing,

the genre outta the dirt,

like java cuz i wear the shirt

of a future maker

programmer of life,

escape the cage

this my stage,

n im a mage,

 

Telling myself the same shit every night.

acting crazy,

just a lil lazy,

cept my flow be,

extra tasty

falling off the edge of this world.

Still continue to twirl

round in circles,

what it means

to have a true purpose.

 

Tyler Jones,

he's next in line to

rattle your bones

watch while he tames,

his zone

fuck the enslavement

hes exposing his throne,

a true engravement

his name in the game

will forever stay.

 

True shit, im using music to travel up to the stars,

Infusing it with my soul,

Soon i'll share it with the kids on mars.

I got bars on bars,

super charged.

Best believe im going far.

so fuckin drivin,

victory's already been written,

in the sands of time,

back to the present,

my hands align.

snap,

telling stories of the peasants,

niggas acting like fleas,

snap em straight in half,

im a King,

chic on her knees,

sucking off all my stress

i give her that divine protein,

tell her she the best,

then she walk off like,

hmmm, "hell yes i got that d."

 

Tis,

the day

i put my name up on the list,

of the greatest,

im taking a piss,

on all the fakers.

Plot twist,

i already am the greatest

my light the brightest,

my sugar the sweetest

used to night,

ive been sleepness,

all these other rappers frightened,

my strengths are there weakness,

i really do mean this,

when i say

that im rising up above it all.

enter the room,

Too real, ill start a brawl,

with all the fakes.

God of this plane, King of the land.

Guess ill start with, King of rap.

Errrr,

this King has wondered,

how much more i could really suffer

early life was rough,

now im safe.

Had to get tough

find my own space

been saved for this reason.

Saved by grace,

i put my face on this page,

too real

all you fakers stick like paste

time to kneal,

keep sticking,

that's okay,

ill take you under my wing

listen to me spray

I'm a king.

 

Fake shoots fast,

but I'm a goalie

just trying to lure,

y'all to the holy.

My words be the cure

so listen fully.

Let the real in my words be what your looking for.

ternal peace on earth

the end of all wars

 

My verbs,

drink em and slurp,

they kinda like herbs,

light em get high,

i got the nerves,

wonder why?

 

Waiting can be frustrating

its the course that counts,

these words are sedative,

heaven in sounds,

games been looking so negative

im stealing the crown

cmon yall just bounce,

float

with it dont drown

hope

we can all vow

to live with love and respect

Wow.

Ain't even controversial,

crystal clear weather,

one love universal,

doesnt matter whether,

your a sister or brother,

soft as a feather,

harder than any other,

doesnt matter if your vessel

creased like leather,

smooth like Russell,

Wilson when hes winning,

promise we can all be spinning,

in the final inning,

reach back to the beginning

time to scrape back together

the pieces of this world puzzle.

 

See,

I'm starting this conquest

to help free

ourselves from all the nonsense.

Concepts,

blown out of proportion,

obsession with them jordans,

While how many kids are left as orphans?

 

Whats going on with them foreigns?

Are they gonna stay or are they gonna go,

they share a portion

of our countries gold,

opportunities stole,

register their names or have em go,

pay taxes n they stay,

equality for every soul

n peace lasts another day.

Time to do whats fair

Each person building their very own

shelves.

Dont wanna see my kids shares

used pay the tolls

of anyone else.

 

I say its time for us to all abide,

by all the same rules,

globalization

this game of pride

only proves

our own damnation,

time to guide

n lead the move

towards equalization.

no one needs to try

no one needs to lose

love is a natural sensation.

 

Equal rights across the board

sitting back watching others live

makes me hella bored

I must admit,

never before

have I pulled my sword,

i used to just study,

observe the court,

so my feet didn’t end up muddy

sprinting for that alpha award.

 

All these big questions

whose got all the answers?

Class in session

Whose got the cure for cancer?

Consider this a lesson

Whats going on between the police and the black panthers?

 

What makes someone become a gangster?

 

Playing the game of whose pockets fatter,

nothing else seems to matter,

lost in a daze

then the soul shatters

life's only about that next hit

stuck in a chapter,

barely hanging onto the ladder

escaped the rage

now emotions are all scattered

lights barely even lit.

 

Gotta hit life with a blitz

escape the maze

never quit

an ya see a brighter phase.

When ya put the synthetic life to waste.

 

I spent some time trapping,

using the love of drugs

from these Ambiguous souls,

up and strapped,

by little synthetic hugs

forgetting how to roll with their own flow,

Without collapsing,

Hanging out with straight thugs

Whose souls pay the toll

 

Who would kill for the dollar bill.

Had to see their views,

figure out why they flew

in that direction.

Instead of choosing affection

for mankind, caught in a bind

obsession for paper,

society makes that paper out to be the most important thing.

 

Flashback,

to the days of the kings,

contracts,

There were no green

dollar bills

to fulfill all these thrills.

The strongest worked together

to achieve goals,

progressive endeavors

with the help from the divine gold.

Investing in sacred knowledge

only told,

by those who studied their own homage

gotta be extra bold.

Every new fact

breaks old boundaries.

hard to track new discoveries,

hard to release new info,

whose gonna believe the truth,

open up the window,

in the house they built since youth.

 

With change comes backlash,

guess I'm gonna have to accept that.

In order to accept this,

the role of a preacher.

The role of a teacher.

Teaching the divine,

stories of libraries on libraries

lost in time

books on books,

sticking to my grind

n helping others find

the facts that would mess your everyday crook.

 

Nah, I ain't black.

n I don't live in the ghetto,

I'm so fucking on track.

This shit

was just a demo,

get ready,

fake shit

about to reach its the end yo,

theirs a new King in town,

for real.

 

Tell ya how i feel.