InDJnous - Recap lyrics

Get off your a**, brother go and reach your goals Cos you ain't doing one thing to try and make the world yours Procrastinating, waiting up until the last minute Sorta like having a car, trying to drive with no gas in it Surprisingly, when I pick up a pen, I'm pa**ionate Pa**ing all of my energy 'til my fingertips capture it My flow's immaculate, k**ing beats when I tackle them, practicing like it's calculus, accurately describes it best This rapping sh** is mathematics and you s** at it Let's just say that you haven't necessarily mastered it Keep at it, man, like I did, and now I'm a champion Even those that hate me can't tell me sh** cos my rhymes are sick I treat the music that I make like an amulet Top notch verbalism advocate when I'm on this sh** My name's Linoskiii, or Lino for short, or Lino Skywalker, homie as long as you know the flow [Scratching: inDJnous] I'm from Koreatown, I chill in Mid-City, though Over by [?] and West, close to the liquor store Chilling at my homie, Andre's pad with the local squad They know I got love for the homies that post up on the block I don't forget none of the homies I grew up with Some of them locked up cos some of them got corrupted But when you think about it, man nobody's really free I grew up as a writer, that banging sh** wasn't really me Shoutout to my homies using gems repping [?] They always had a little homie's back when it came to beef I put the arsenal down and picked up a mic, son Cos everything released won't get buffed out in one night, son So when I'm dead my voice will still echo endlessly Then you'll understand how genius my lyrics were meant to be Sent to be intellectually lyric for centuries Lino Skywalker, I'm barely starting my legacy [Scratching: inDJnous] I started rapping like back in eleventh grade Comparing it to now, I think that I've improved my wordplay I used to go to J.U.I.C.E. on 8th and Vermont every Thursday Listening to local cats, I thought that sh** was dope as f** How they represented the neighborhoods I was from But, yo, when I was thirteen, cycle round with 2Mex had me feeling like brown was the thing to be My inspirations to try and be a dope emcee But, check, I hope one day you grab my music and reflect on it And listen to my word choice and wonder what I meant by 'em The sentiment I seem to put into my sentences is equal to the love a young mother has for her infant, man I'm not a [?] so I'm open to a lot It's not the only kind of hip-hop, it's just the kind I love The kind I choose to make cos it's coming from my heart And if you dig it then for sure, homes, to me it means a lot