Wise Words (Opinionated)

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Calm through winter snow, with the flow oh so cold, make ya momma go, smoke some dope,
So here some more, walking out the door getting dough, cash rules everything around me yo,
Need to money to breathe, sleep, and eat, if you delete the system, you getting street, so listen
I’m coming back with a vision, now right at this instant I’m calling rap now different bu
this is my Opinion, so don’t go and shit it, like toilet I’m the overcast not over rapped, some old
Shit I’m over that, new month new me, like Jay-z, needing dead president, I ain’t got no
Evidence this is evident just me intelligent, staying relevant, taking photos like an elephant,
In element I may be heaven sent, but god himself never left, it was in ya head, as I go on
Like Szechuan, someday I’ll be gone, then who’ll make good songs? Cause this vocabulary
Is unmatched, attach then unattached my rapping skill mat, like Knick knack, who did that?
Must’ve been my dad, heterosexual is so ‘17, why not be gay in 2019? I stand true, for those,
Press continue, I’ve been through so much in life, am I really alive? Of course I am it’s my
Second life, Cause I never died, unless you count my fucking rhymes, well that died in 2009,
Am I really a savior? Or another rap hater? Kicking up an avalanche, sipping ranch ‘n Blanche,
Going bang bang, with a hand, like an orangutan
 
//(1:40)
Unlike an orange can, an orange can get plant,
Annoying people, can’t deal with them, I’ll see em postmortem, when whores swarm em, in a
Bullpen with ginseng, am I just rapping words man, or do they have a 2nd meaning and,
Just like Big L I’m gone again
Sitting on a cruise, introducing youth to me, no tooth, with a sunroof, talking uncouth, I refuse
To talk to you, true, nervous wreck, cracking necks giving checks but myself, I’m outta check,
I got yelp, still waiting for help, too neck deep into health, wealth just myself, needing to be
Killing elf’s, crashing L’s, kicking syllables, cracking down criminals like knuckles or miracles,
Losing principles, indivisible similar lifestyle visible, my mom told me I was invincible, but I’m
Getting Ill, not getting sick, getting dilled, king of the world, I’m not rapping words, they just
Have 2nd meaning unheard, of because I’m slept on, I could be wrong, keep the head up,
Put on some makeup and develop some fake loving stuff, your face is just enough, like me
I got tough luck, only singing songs when it sucks, I only cuss when I cuss, so when you trust
Me you know it’s trust, as I triumph over enemies, like it’s ‘73, with flat melodies and brothers
Killing me, lost in my history of industry, will anyone remember me? As the bees knees to see
My plea what I deal in 2013

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Thom
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