You Know

Hell yea, I got a mic now its time

To record my first song like your first ride on a bike

You can say that Im high as a kite

And you die if you are in sight of my rhyme

I can’t believe it, i gain strength, i receive it

Like mail in your mailbox, you gotta read it

The game got conceived, the baby was me

All this time an MC was raising in me

If i had to gave you a number I gave you tha Z

The middle finger back every time you’re waving at me

Super Lyrical like Big Pun

I’m a fucking game you can never win from

I’m down with my homies you only got the syndrome

The game got fucked up since uhm,

those damn swag faggots started to spit some

 

Verse 2:

 

I’ve always been into the art of the profession

When I took the pen is when I started my confessions

It all started as a blessing,

but turned into an addiction thats a damn part of the fucking devil

Its not that I’m trying, well, I tried it once

Stopped writing but the fucking problems were piling up

Awake for 3 days, well I still aint high enough

So I go look for anybody where I can buy it from

It’s like I’m tied to the game with a rope

And when I try to walk away from it it gets tighter and I choke

So I walk back like a dog with his leash on a pole

Its burning under me like i got my feet on the stove

No one ever understands what I went through

Look at my friends, look where those assholes went to

Music was there to process what I’ve been through

Fuck y’all I’m a bullet and I’ll never miss you!

 

Beat is made by my self too