Uploaded October 2021 | Updated September 2026, 15 hours ago

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LYRICS:

Won’t write rhymes unless each word is emphatic, please
I’m not mixing influences, I’m remastering old memories
Static from incisions
Just wanna make a living
Who ever thought the art that freed me could possibly be a prison?
Rubbing shoulders with others, but no friends, just making friction
Sometimes I wonder if I need to make them listen to understand my position
I see my vision of my future rise from the dead
Oh, it’s the old man stunting with a few tricks up his sleeve
But no slouch in the head
You need help, man, I’m breaking bread
Keep the close friends fed instead
Well if they need it
When I’m satisfied, I know that there’s no room from greed
It could be the end of me in the end and all agreed
Shit can hit the fan faster than you know, yo
So be prepared and keep the real ones close
And when the shots brick, I’m not high enough to overdose

Inside the box is where your mediocrity lies
It’s time to open up and redefine
Man this world makes anything feel like a crime
Makes life turn lime-flavoured
No favours for life takers
The measurement of my soul ain’t in my heart, it’s in acres
In my flow’s relationship with the tempo and the shaker
Rap my way around your mind’s equator
Get a grip like your life’s a movie
Put the music in ears, let yourself get lost in the coulie
Cruel to think foolish when the atmosphere’s moody
Suit yourself fitted to seize the vibe like your DNA’s groovy
This is the sign of a future undignified
Ruled by the fly
Hung by the bed side
Same place I sulked when my momma cried
When I moved out for the first time last time
Crazy to think that I was meant to move on
Only to realize me and real life had to get along
Death to remorseful living
People always goin take from you, man, that’s a given
Pivot inside of the rhythm just to show you I can make it
Or to make the right side of my brain finally reawaken
After too much time in the shadows lurking
Focusing on surviving and working
In a dead end job I got no passion in
But I ain’t ungrateful, I’m thankful that I got the pen
I’m a grandmaster of underground rap trying to find a higher zen