Aleyes - Soul-Preservation lyrics

[Verse 1: Aleyes B.] Ayo I'm quoting Bourdain, “In life there's no reservations.” I'm trying soul-preservation 'til I grow my domain Finna blow like propane, napalmin' on the charts I'm embalmin' all the hearts, you can call it a la carte Cause we sapid with it, saving the day like some action figures Pavin' the way for you vapid dimwits Cancer-ridden, cause the doctor claims I'm ill But then your heat is going out like you forgot to pay the bill 9 bars in, feelin' like I haven't said a word 10 bars in, and still some raps you never heard My adjectives and verbs keep the savviness absurd And still I haven't said a word but that's what happens when you're burnt And I often recall that peeps from school all hated me They were droppin' the ball cause even fools saw blatantly Them brothas wasn't worth my time, they covered up like turpentine I cut em' up like surg'ry lines and moved on gracefully [Verse 2: Aleyes B.] A high school senior; that isn't how I appear With wisdom above my years I'm indifferent to the sneers That I hear when I spit a verse, but I fear getting insular Cause I'm clearly afflicted with wishin' peers were a bit diverse But I'm coo doe, so you have to give me kudos I'm good on the bars though, so actually give me pluto Cause I'm never accepting anything less than out of this world Dug out of the burrow to get my head well-rounded as pearls Cause soul preservation isn't a concept of the flesh it's Not a concept of perfection but a concept of perspective In essence, it starts with broad acknowledgement of blessin's This often prompts the thoughts that offer knowledge with their presence It's a message of importance, they're refusin' permission to hear it So I'm using my wit and coherence, then I'm infusin' it into my lyrics Yea it's Aleyes, the cla**y don, stayin' up on jazzy joints Looking down on rappers? Nah, I'm way above the vantage point [Verse 3: Aleyes B.] To be quite honest, I ain't feel like writin' a chill track Just wanna yell and scream, and every time that I feel mad The line in quilt's black, I attempt to thread em golden Find my interest as a poet, tie my dividends to quotients Yea I'm coming into self, that's my theory's main postulate With undercover stealth, like a CIA operative A chocolate chip, yea but I was one smart cookie Jump start pulley that is worthy of a front yard looking But stay inside, yea cause I was destined to wreak havoc They say I'm white because of my respectable B av'rage I kept in the “z” axis, no “x” and “y” normality And never kissed up like, “Can I be let inside your majesty?” A genocide for wack mc's, so blessed me, the end is near My road to life is open wide but destiny is left to steer So you can lend an ear while I just rid of the mental rage But Imma end it here right as the tip of my pencil fades