Structuring these thoughts ideas come from nothing
Bluffing stacking all my chips Im making something
hungry need the guac every meal I’m munchin
And on top feed my guap lob it up Mitchell dunking
Im the upsetter when I coming out of first
You a go getter and you should be making more
Explore its a chore Hydroponics got me trekking
and I aint event stopping till my silly feet hit the bottom of the core
Neighbors knocking on my front door
just to see wuss cracking got the kaya snapping
laughing packing bowl after bowl
Lombardi on a roll taste the sour
spread the cheese elite human beings
All Seeing
acheiving milestones while im blown in the zone
Came a long way from this point and I can’t stop now
Cause I keep it steady rocking paying homage to the timeless
kept the right mind set trying to stay righteous
Well these last five years have been crazy as hell
Chasing tail through the del out in Indians wells
Worked my ass off every day straight to the nail
Days so long they all started to meld
Lacking sleep, crazy and lethargic as well
Never seemed to gel with one single female
Depressed and unenthused, I’m afraid to fail
Back into the shadows while my homies excel
Deep inside my mind these thoughts they dwell
Ready to erase me as the darkness swells
They never will prevail, they are way too stale
My rhymes are getting better as I pick up the trail
Meditating daily, shit starting to smell
Stinking like I’m rocky when I rap so well
I don’t receive mail from the rap clientele
just be you , blaze my own damn trail
Inhale the beat freely, breathe it out and exhale
To all you motherfuckers that just cant tell
Young king curls, he a killa whale
Nicatina told me, boy give em hell
Prepped me for this moment since the age of 12
Since the first time I heard “It ain’t hard to tell”
The Marshall Mather LP and It’s Dark and Hell
Is Hot and “We don’t care”, “Meddle with Metal”
So word to Eyedea and MF DOOM
Em, Deck, Mos, Nasty Nas and the Wu
Cole, TDE and Pro Era too
Without hip hop, I’d be dead in my… tomb