Yppah - Wishful Thinking (Never Mess with Sunday freestyle) lyrics

Yeah, it's been a long hard road Wishful thinking, best believe I've been drinking Lost it in a quick blink, this sh** stinks, my ship's sinking Tryna open your mind like the slugs that hit Lincoln I really ain't saying sh** though, I'm lip singing There are still some things that I hold sacred Use the wisdom of old ancients to tear a hole through the whole matrix It's so makeshift, they're making these bold statements How the idols you go chasing are false and gold plated I'm known to make someone settle the music So I'm forever excluded from the pathetic and useless I'm about to level the judgement the devil alluded Been a long hard road but rebels keep pedaling through it Tell everyone in your ghetto to get with the movement We fighting a war that never concluded We need a leader I'm thinking who better to do it Than a dude whose musical measures can't be measured in units No strings attached so tell Geppetto he's foolish I'm peddling new sh** to sever illusions School of hard knocks registered students Catching a blueprint, reinventing what it meant to be human Running all my life waiting for d**h to consume me Out of breath, chasing air for the breath that I'm losing Only a chosen few truly get what I'm doing I'm trying to make each song a blessed reunion But the accumulating lessons are less than amusing So I try to find myself a better solution So I flipping the table on the rest of the cool kids Cuz cool kids don't rest, they're obsessed with improvement But it ain't a position on the charts that I'm after Trying to explain my heart is only part of the answer I'm here to dismember agendas with the sharpest of daggers Cardiac surgeon cutting to the heart of the matter Cuz we're capable of amazing things The average child today is more informed than an ancient king They got a cage and a blade to filet your wings I embrace the pain it brings, it influences the way I sing I'm a no name yet I feel like Coal Train On a cold train writing about the ways I had my soul drained What I proclaim is profane as pros pain Explosive like holding open flame to propane I don't just spit some rhymes I convert nonbelievers when I omit sunshine And I know life can be a b**h sometimes So this goonie's snatching his dreams back, this one's mine I'm taking um back, yeah I'm taking um all back Down to ride even if my tires uphold or fall flat That's my school of thought or whatever you want to call that My inner child hauling a**, pa** the ?? or hall pa** Mad hyper get your hands higher Liars mad cuz they burn a rap, my spine just backfired I get mad love in rap cyphers I'm an emcee who reps DJ's, beat boys and graph writers My sk**s were cultivated in the crack era That's one of the main reasons that I rap better Go and head up, get your cap severed The illest to record a track, go and check my track record You would think that would put me under mad pressure Guess I'm the only one rejoicing in the bad weather Found a map to a past treasure But the depressing fact is that will never get it back ever No way We'll never get it back ever Nah nah, we'll never get it back Get it back, we'll never get it back never Get it back, we'll never get it back ever [13x] We'll never get it back ever We'll never get it back ever