Nino Bless - Bonfire lyrics

[VERSE 1: Nino Bless] Ayo the MC's MC, with nothing yet envied How so, the competition makes'em resent me Why me, N.B. I'm barely worth 10Gz Sold myself short but none of them ain't ever pimp me To keep that respect seems like the price is hefty Through the pen repenting my sins, life has kept me... Compressed and neglected cause mother nature's a dead beat No more wet be-hind my ears racing d**h's speed Catch me, bit the hand that fed me time to excrete My rep speaks for itself there's nothing left to secrete Smelled the coffee no more poison, eating what's deadly Now I'm getting healthy and cleansing, deading that red meat Yeah, this temple's clean, heaven sent, lets meet Walked through hell, Jacob Boeme, Google that net geeks Wish me well, or wish fail, either or Life's a high price who*e that I can't seem to afford There's no reason to repeat what I seek and I'm reaching for Other than to cheat and intervene all these evil thoughts Though I made it out the ghetto, still I ain't boasting That's why they show me love when I slide bi, No Frank Ocean, Church I don't need that Throne, to each his own Look, I'm deep in a zone, like receivers going long Knowledge is my armor, you can't take my honor k**ing me only makes me a martyr, Bless! [VERSE 2: Soul Khan] It's ironic getting a piece of the pie that I wanted Same ambition that typically gets a fly swatted Bionic man sound effects whenever I'm walking Out the corner of my mouth just because my life's awesome Before I lie in my coffin I want kids, grandkids, and the chance to throw the rice on'em Stop calling these records, you only iPod'em Y'all don't work to nurture the trees, you only climb on'em I'm like Ben Franklin's key with the kite on it Waiting for the moment that the bolt is gonna strike on it Everything is only out of style soon as I got it Pride hurt, I turn around and say my wife bought it Sorry my fiancée Pardon me I'm awfully Eager just to see her, see I'm having such an off day They let us scrape by while the cake high at Barclay's f** it, time to separate the real from the cosplay We're products of the blocks that we were chipped off from But we're more than just a lead-up to a rim shot drum In my day the sh** talk would get y'all jumped ‘Cause I spit about life, I don't spit on one I ain't got faith but that ain't my place To tell you what to be believe so get out of my face With your book of wives tales Cause I fail to see how they're any better than the heaven I make [OUTRO: Cambatta] I'm lost in a mental labyrinth I'm a person with a purpose that Accidentally happened Hovering through life like Spike Lee camera angles Society has noosed my neck it appears I'm strangled d**h so close I can Hear the angels singing pledge allegiance to the flag of a devil in a halo Gave us paper for our gold Ankle bracelets on our souls That tainted Mother Nature and they raped her in her holes Invisible jail cells Digital augmented realities Social security numbers are human barcodes there's an oil spill on aisle 666 This is a game of monopoly They play with economies Psychological ball and chains A 9 to 5 is a third my life After all the sh**ting, f**ing, and sleeping all I have time to do is cry If we all know were gonna die why are we so content with not living