MC Taylor - Inspiration (@XXX #Freshman) lyrics

(Verse 1 -- Underground) Free the mind Bullet or the bud, first one that I can find Gave up on the grind/pick out the stem and grind Give me peace of Mind/Instead of peace in the mind It probably ain't in the brain If it is then more disdain/for everyone who has slain Maybe the brain is the pane for the pain And if we look through the gla** we can know we're sane Opens cold, Minnesota/sit back and relax your shoulders The more you are tense the more you'll struggle as our scene gets colder But for now let's hit this joint, even there a truth to face The best rappers get high, I'm moonrocking -- eating candy in space Embarra**ing even with the metaphor staring us in the face Truth is I don't long for your embrace Nah, I'm in another stratosphere making greats Y'all in constellations one year and one or two keep the pace They might go on to be greats/you got an incoming fate Take one more hit 'n/hold that sh** in til your head feeling light As soon as you're about suffocate, breath out with all might And as you hold it in listen, these the last words of your life Even the unremarkable star, barely noticed still fades And 2016 will be the highlight of your wiki page Now breath out, and remember n***a -- no struggle, no fight Just let the clear plastic bag bring your last goodnight This is what I see No ID, ironic, that's how I know it's me Iconic, a delusion bout what I can be Allusion to the illusion that one day I'm free Um some confusion, am i an MC/ Am I blessed to 50 C/or closer to 50 T You thought I stole this beat from p+c I loved it when little n***a painted houses for free (now back to what i see) Can't be the golden's best By Chance, skipped to my Lou,and ended up out West Dropped out before I told the Tale of Two Dres And too Cool to like the Good Kid's, Maad City ways But still remember LA days on Section.80 Give Me The Flowers while i can still smell they great But don't confuse as hate/I love the Dres from the Bay And the doc Straight Outta Compton inspired all of today/ (Verse -- Steez) It's mother nature and oh there that sh** go again It's father time and guess what? That sh** gon show again These n***as getting old again/Hangars I ain't foldin' in These n***as get exposed again Your b**h be coming over just so she can cum all over 'gain Know I gotta smoke again/know that I'll smoke your kin Know that I'll poke Your b**h then poke her friend And poke her twin/Pinnochio and knows a sin Winter time it's snow in it/exploding it It's starting to be a f**ing Show with it Feel out my hand, got the globe in it Tell me why a n***a on a roll with it Really n***as out with the pole again/run the poll again Like, been through your hood it's a shame 357 you right in your place/And I feel right in my place He got a safe but look he is not safe That sh** ironic okay/my b**h bionic okay You talk platonic okay/I just put on for the bay How to get her to go do what i say This is that usual play You either [?] or mayday/ Man I'm just saying i'm waved up, I'm sauced up/I'm bossed up You lost/and this sh** is just cake And i'm always smoking So i got the munchies They gon see vert/I spit a verse Talking automatic, just like [?] This sh** automatic, ain't got to tell her Say they smoking loud but I just don't smell it It's that 47, yeah 47 (Verse 3 -- Underground) And if it's too disrespectful blame kendrick he's inspiration I dissed him I ain't dismiss him/when maad city commit him No hating He your motivation/such a good kid how you chasin' Motivation is inspiration/like your gratin' is my great ends See your great end is compensation Mine's in lyrical sensations Respect the hustle no hatin' That just ain't the music I'm making' My sh** more like bu*terfly flex Dot inspiration We get it We spit it Get with it The yatch flow down the mainstream/the uzi peak it's vert We supreme to every being or beam soon laid in dirt I a**ert/that as I flirt/with greatness on my 1st work She might promote to under skirt/her face will tell of my worth Ironically you get the belt. Say hello to chastity Your masters they have the key/hope you ejoy the savagery Heard they would try to average me/and I heard your plays, you average b Not from york you just wack to me/lyricism just lacks to me Lyricism like crack to me/microphone fiend real raps to me Slappin' this sh** since napster g/bow wow but that was raps to me This sh** is like a craft to me/it's sh** I'm trying to master see Untitiled and unmastered be/the sh** I'm trying to match one d(aye)/