bobby filet

Passed away but reincarnated

Put up to the task to leave rappers castraded

mandated to spit shit but

aint about this materiallistic, simplistic

bullshit that they put out

ya money, hoes, and cars getting warn out

just actors putting on different skin to perform now

guess its the norm now, and im getting bored now

as i snore out im dreaming bout better things

the clever rings at the door step

like the lightbulb dangling above my head

soul traveling while im babbling this lead

unscrambling verses that leave ya halfdead

Depleating your breathing while im speaking

Deceiving what your perceiving

Leaving you steaming and bleeding

Tweaking and mispeaking as your

Pleading to the hEEvens for forgiveness

of your sinning, buts hes brimming the beginning of your winnings

intrigued and grinning as he points to the fire

misleaded, whos your messiah now

take a bow, been flowing like the choir

if cannabis getting high, guess im a frequent flyer

dont know why but i got the desire

too feel like a higher entity

rhymer ecstasy, starting a new legacy

this music like therapy

if it aint therapeutic, you aint hearing me

think imma lose it, i declare thee

war on the rap impared

mic barbarian with a cold stare

carrying a hot flare which is the flow i was giving

people talk alotta shit, but i dont listen

just a young kid on a mission

to push flows like some pistons

kill the whole game with one collision

from the smoke im admitting

like some mufflers

sit back relax and puff on herb

i kill shit absurdddd

when i sync my words

with the speakers

on my sneakers

on the way to the

rendevous, to toke some blue

down the avenue, headphones on blasting wu

pursue the dream to attain some cream

Off some dirty schemes, drain the steam

self that is, fucking wealthless but i gonna make name

off this ish, off some shit, lost in my workmanship

im the rock that was never skipped

the river without a bridge

never gonna get my point across

thoughts get lost, sense gets tossed

i just wanna be a astronaut

millions of miles away from yall

you got the style? you can ball?

well i got that in plural

lets my words paint a murel