Common Concept V2

No motivation, I'm slowly decaying,

With this rage I'm containing,

Fuck meditating, Fuck medication,

'Cuz slowly I'm breaking, There is no way out and I hate it.

 

It's like I'm trapped in a maze in amazement,

And it's amazing how this society, got me thinking like I got no privacy.

Undeniable conspiracy theories, got their eye on me,

Who's 'their' and who's 'they', and who's 'there' but sadly we don't know.

 

Blindly we just follow each other like we're a flock of sheep.

I'm glad I never charge my phone it's like these demons calling me.

I said I never charge my phone 'cuz all these demons calling me,

Rap so fucking much that haters wanna come and slaughter me.

 

But haters never phase me and I always tell them forwardly.

That they will never fade me, no matter how long they sleeping on me.

 

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I, stay in my own division, and make up my own decisions,

deadly precision with lyrics that make up my only mission,

I will never stop until I've seen my record risen and nobody's

gonna stop me not even an opposition when I kill it listen,

I'ma villain imprisoned by visions of being a musical killer,

with fans that don't have an opinion, Flows in an instant,

Cold and sadistic when I rap this rhythm, it's like I have an addiction,

The flow it quickens in it's significance.

 

Bars and lyrics under an influence while I'm reaching for stars,

I'm making sure that I'm diligent, While you're rapping for cars,

I'm looking for something different, While I'm creating art,

You're out there proving your ignorance.

 

I'm elevated, motivated and dedicated,

With the lyrical vocabulary to leave you devastated.

Do not touch the mic like you or it is contaminated.

I got the type of flow to leave you all agitated.

 

As I there waiting, Contemplating the next move,

I been writing in my notepad, getting better in my bedroom,

You call yourself an artist only work you've done is ten tunes?

Man that shit is lazy, can we educate this dead youth?

 

These people have no morals, They think that they're all immortal.

Your lyricism is awful, The rhythm in it is forceful.

I admit that I have had struggle don't remember my uncle's appearance.

I know it's sad but man I'm driven for this vision.

 

I know he ain't a villain, but that shit was his decision,

Been along time, he got life, all these years in prison.

I'm always waking up, wishing he had risen from the system.

I miss him truly, And you know the feeling's sickening.