Myka 9 Verse
Chorus (Myka 9 & Angle)
Angle Verse 2:
I wake up fresh, so I don't feel a lot of stress
As the day progress, I find a way to decompress; truly blessed
Material is not really the plan for aerial visionary
That's adversarial, superficial burial
It's a cycle of lyrical self-defamation
Deteriorating like bacteria, the mysterious
Miracle experience, period. And that's feeling it
From the ceiling the beat is the deal and I'm sealing it
Not with trivial drivel, I'm an official artistic vehicle
But, it's possible I arrive in a hoodie with sickle
Scratch and scribble out the names that regular quibble and lack the simple
Know-how to receive the gift and live a little
The afflowent and not knowing, resort to hoeing and sh**
Pause your mixtape. I'm hamboning a hit, and giving a go at it
Before you feast, make sure you're hungry at least
Spitting words from the streets, doesn't turn a bum into a beast
Chorus Repeat
Verse 3 (Angle):
To harvest the organs, your spoon is hardly important
Of course, the artist forces at work to pardon the morbid
To make the heart launch, take carte blanche. You got a right to it
I insight you with, Bonaparte taunts, when you fly by your entitlements
Black or white or mixed, situation flight ‘cause the fight is fixed
Take plight-amins and pray your smile lights up them selfie pics
Verse 3 (Myka 9)
Chorus Repeat