Whoa!
Whoa!
(VERSE 1)
I suppose I
Was a poser making prose- now, I provide, straight pro sound
So wild, change that flow style, while, rhymes will, stay profound
You're a broken record- of who broke some records
Those pro's go measures, show no effort
Just hold a pose, sporting cobra leather
Then posers quote it, sworn to wreck the flow
Holding an old professor's composure over boring lectures-
Ohhhh, I'd never! I'll forever avoid pro's poor prose poetry quote endeavors
Yo, I bet there's, more go getters, in homeless shelter
(CHORUS)
Nor I'd ever k** a man, just to fill my hands
Even in a jam, I wouldn't skimp a gram-
All with a plan to expand fans attention spans
I don't give a damn, about the glitz and glam...
Whoa!
Cause j**els and chrome truly don't mean you rule the thrown-
Whoa!
To gain the world, but lose your soul, is the truest form of fools gold
Goals replaced for replays...These days? Whoa!
(VERSE 2)
Whoa!
Pearls are thrown, cast to swine
Bread's broke, but so am I...
I am imagining mine, inching in the back of the line
Though honestly, I feel honored inside-
With God in my life, turning water to wine
I couldn't count all the times
I saw the signs of something divine!
Yet somehow…. sometimes…
The sum of of it all, is still hard to find
Blind? Bro, broaden your mind
I'm talking the eye too often deprived of sight
Sound insight- well, I'm doing the best I can do
To express who I am
Through, the message to the fans
Usually just friends and fam, truly...
Damn, and... to the fam... I'm sorry if I've been distant...
With this, plan I have to get rich, quickness is in linguistics
Not in getting' in the business
But it brings kids what they're missing- They won't listen without rhymes
I wanna MAKE a living, with what MAKES me feel alive!
Cause, once I makes a k**ing, theres no rewind to revive
Why reverse? Why you kidding? I've hardly hit my prime
And.. that's just fine, man
(CHORUS)
But, I'd never
k** a man, just to fill my hands
Even in a jam, I wouldn't skimp a gram-
All with a plan to expand fans attention spans
I don't give a damn, about the glitz and glam...
Whoa!
Cause j**els and chrome truly don't mean you rule the thrown-
Whoa!
To gain the world, but lose your soul, is the truest form of fools gold
Goals replaced for replays...These days? Whoa!
(VERSE 3)
Whoa!
Life is only borrowed, so the times are full of sorrow
I love like no tomorrow, holding grudges for those lost souls-
That got old- and told me all about how prime's are out grown
My tone boldly defies them, just because I see that doubt's thrown
Let's be patient, alright? My expectations are high
Might concentration, on creation, cause sensational lines?
Fight, demons and angels, inside?… Regions strained in my mind?
Often times, it seems I'm blind, seeking to find a compromise!
(CHORUS)
But I'd never,k** a man, just to fill my hands
Even in a jam, I wouldn't skimp a gram-
All with a plan to expand fans attention spans
I don't give a damn, about the glitz and glam...
Whoa!
Cause j**els and chrome truly don't mean you rule the thrown-
Whoa!
To gain the world, but lose your soul, is the truest form of fools gold
Goals replaced for replays...These days? Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!