i’ve been in it for a minute
trying to win it with a sentence
never mimic image cause remember it's a gimmick
i speak it like a living breathing part of me the artistry is honoring
not exonerating violence to a better the state of autonomy
honestly feeling obsolete among the many mochary
attacked by a cheeto puff who regards me as a kender
i grow slender while he wallows in gluttonous dinner
a joke on a bender
with the votes to be a winner
it’s cold outside
i see the snow before winter
how do you exit quickly when you never knew to enter
change is on the way whether we want it or not
tired of watching all the bodies drop
getting got by cops
let the beat knock
till street rocks
heat for either mom or pops
-sure bet to making their tube socks drop
hook
you know how it goes when the flows are bold
- we roll over those
- who suppose to know
the cats with the fat track that overloads
every open node
till your brain explodes
credits
from A Collection of Sounds,
released October 23, 2017
Lyrics by 247 & Love Space
Beat produced by 247
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