Heart beat

growing up as rapper never really knew much

dying to make music but suffered from lack of knowledge

splattered out poems hoping to get noticed

forgetting about that without beats lyrics are gibberish

these rhythms i am spitting have no plea in them or gimmick

i just breathe in the feeling let it seep in then spit it

cause i am seeking redemption by sieving the wisdom

out of deceiving disasters to feed my ambition

but believe I've sickened by the way I've been treated

plus the feeling of being crushed by an increasing pile of verses

unable to spit bars there was no way to work it

nothing was working, to rapper that's third degree torture

forced to collaborate with friends and musicians

who had no respect for rap but i'd trade anything for the feeling

of adrenaline flowing through my veins while rapping

even though later i was thrown away like a wrapper

 

 

I wrap around the world flow to every single heart beat

stop every heart cause that's what my heart needs

break your brain with lyrics harder than concrete

penetrate your head and place truth inside it

 

they never acknowledged , said rappers are all garbage

but for the one's with the party songs, they're masters

you see we're savages man made disasters

damaging society by saying the things that matter

but i'll never walk backwards even though my path is adverse

I'll fire bars no stop as if i were a machine gun

even my father hated everything about my rapping

and when your in India , rappers are often called rapists

and only those are called artists who follow the culture

blindly without question like its their god damn religion

most don't listen others have an addiction

of killing every single fact that's not a part of their fiction

the struggle goes on to get out of this prison

but they don't want the truth they wanna go in one direction

I don't care about the whispers i wanna reach perfection

and shake your ear drums to make you listen