Bruce Beats - SOAR (8.32) lyrics

Brother I am air.space I use the internet every night to escape Escapades Oh my days those essays Chop up the venison steaks Get laced with these lewd tunes Introduce you to the most scrutinized Genre of Music Most of you just abuse it I tell the truth and pursue it Others refuting the movement I'm used to it now, I'm winning every time that I lose it So I give a f** what you do Cause ain't nothing new sh** imma do what I want to Hit em w. a 21|12 With enough insight to ignite this hellhole So it's time to let the whole f**in world know My new state of mind bro Might go, J. Cole That means k** the game and invite witnesses Society the drivers seat the first one to get k**ed? Well they better pull us over for driving under the influence Says the joker to the thief I'm poking holes in your hoody This emptiness that you seek Fake rapper tweets I'm meddling with their stories And you would have got away with it too if it wasn't for me Balling on thin ice skating on my blades of glory You f**ers have the gall to say “have you got something for me” Ignoring all the hating, debating, anticipating You brothers should look me up like celestial navigation Why the f** you think I spent months cultivating? Tryna shift the culture? Need to motivate a cruel summer Followed by a late registration Post graduation, mine for the taking AK-47's at the gates of heaven Shooting down any demons even stepping to this reverence This testament, my evidence What it takes to stay true and stay relevant