Center of perception
Artist ( ft,Driggy-Sharp)
In the Center of preception guessing what the hell will my profession
What type of music I would mention , giving inception
Rapping for life , depending on the word insertion
A culinary arts . of rap student testing out ours, lyrics i go deep
A rapper ...from the rap legendaries...PLEASE!
I'd rather write my life, then record it, and sample records G!
This capitalistic system is stressing me. so now i question destiny
My thoughts are all that's left of me
And now it really ain't no use in you telling me I will or won't ever be
Pursuing these melodies
I'm on a quest for my mind to RIP
Aqui es la verdit now let it be
When the blinds close is when my mind goes
Into a mental grind mode
That k**s 9 foes and leaves sunshine froze
Im still breaking time codes
I go off and leave a haters nose 2 times flatter then iron clothes
Chorus:
Its fatal from the day you reached the cradle, all the way through the stages of the prenatal
To the operating table , Okay i woke up smoked up stood up and disabled
Did a toe touch the ground to make it able
Verse (2):
I woke up blew my nose changed my clothes got in the car and drove
Down to the street wich is familiar i come from the heat
God this is a sweet beat , shutouts to Pete a random beat
Freestyle inspired out of boredom not to mention good weed
Starving artist with high expectations stop trying you can't break him
My rhymes straight from hell you could tell by the SPELLING
I stay gelling, always prevailing and better than any mc to battle head to head yelling
I get hyped rippen mic's
On a mission to smoke all the wack MC's like gla** pipes!
Coping with life, lyric's on point like my notepads been poked with a knife
What I write & spoke in the mic..
Is like a blinding bright sun flare glare of light
My punchlines in a fair fight.. is like a pull from Kush that was cured air tight
Chorus :
Its fatal from the day you reached the cradle, all the way through the stages of the prenatal
To the operating table , i woke up smoked up stood up and disabled
Did a toe touch the ground to make it able
Verse(3)
And despite the site I'm quite the rare type
That'll strike with a severe bite like a stalking bear at night..
I'm Stephen Hawking without the chair I type...
Deadly words that splice on beats I'm nice, hot like heat from a explosive corrosive device
Suit & tie, business is what I fondle, this beat is sample of my wonders
. evaluate my situations & my current problems
Give my "who's & what's" to God, neva cease to solve 'em. crack a smile;
Even tho my week is wild
Never sho ya weakness 2 da crowd, dey try to bring down
Sinful to da pride, my success shows im always proud. reach for da sky
My feet r danling from smoke clouds
Keep my actions low, yet im puffing on da loud; im still a go getter let me sho u what im talkin bout
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