Abscaand - Super Lyrical lyrics

[Verse 1: Abscaand] I guess I'm Nas, I don't even know how to begin this But when I'm speaking, I get head nods with every sentence The rhyme apprentice that learned from the best in the business What is this relentless energy inside of me? Sometimes, I get beside myself when I pen this It's an out-of-body experience The person that's spitting this is my spirit, word to KXNG Crooked I watched the footsteps of the juggernauts and followed them In the beginning, I emulated Pun's flow like Chris Rivers If my rhyme book was a human, it'd be disfigured Lyrical Hannibal Lecter, and every page was delicious Navigating this game, filled to the brim with the fictitious Who wouldn't know a real Lyric if they played Sonic And if you find one of my lines to be offensive And feel the need to confront me on it, pay attention I just like the line like coke addicts [Verse 2: Abscaand] My life is a present, so I wrap/rap myself No need for a ghost writer, I don't need the help My pa**ive aggressiveness through these pa**ages is mistaken as pacifist 10 shillings and a sixpence, the madness continues I'm traveling down that rabbit hole with Alice again I've been spotted, but I try to be a positive person Surrounded by optical diversions, our conditions, they worsen Ever since the emergence of the black insurgence The privileged people of the world seemed to be perturbed Their nooses and words, they put us under the dirt Then, they curse our names after we've been murdered Which is absurd because, in broad day, this madness occurs My speech is equivalent to excrement Which basically makes me a talking toilet like James Willems [Verse 3: Abscaand] How do you like us now? You beat our ancestors until they were deceased And then justified the slavery with Jesus Several centuries later, we have black, Christian preachers Willie Lynch, combined with cognitive dissonance, prevents us from being free When I explain these things, my people look at me like I'm crazy Have you ever been beaten so badly that you praised your oppressor? The Devil is a mannequin, and Chris Rock already undressed her She has several, different outfits, but the same, basic structure Now, take this metaphor and apply it to the rap game You have actors confirmed fake making change because nobody cares about credibility Where's the accountability? With my super lyrical sk**, I'm genuine, like Boogie2988