Robert Wright - Honor, Power,and Ambition lyrics

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Robert Wright - Honor, Power,and Ambition lyrics

3rd degree back in the industry with lines that hit with no discrimination you'll see because after this verse i'll be locked up with a lyrical felony while the rappers who can't rap get to roam free like an undetected STD/ My pencil hits the page with snipers precision while I make rappers lyrics become smaller lyrical circumcision welcome to the underground I see you brought a shovel rap tried to keep my mouth shut with a defective mussel/ but the can't keep me quiet even if they leave me stranded undiscovered left to die I would still spit at the top of my lungs to prove my freedom of speech for life/ I write lyrics down on a paper that is slowly burning because of the heat from my hand the words beat like drums with a rock band/ I hear nothing but the same things in rap useless things sometimes it makes want to nap because these people that you listen to can't rap/ I've been told I sound to white to be black because of that I can lyrical attack I'll take North West out for pizza and return and say here have you're compa** back/ Re wire the nerves in my brain to create a something that seems unheard of because these consumers can't consume something that is above their comprehension because the lines i'm pitching most of the time they are over thinking they said I was in a ocean drowning but I don't swim so how could I be sinking/ OK lets pick up the pace i am the front runner in this race even though there is no one in my face I still feel the pressure like being called to the plate with the game on the line like an ace not fancy I don't spit with grace so I won't have much warm embrace but I won't be looked at as a disgrace/ My lines are equal to Chuck Norris going through rigamortis while he's holding a tortoise nervous because of the legacy that will be left after its all done no aim just an idiot with a gun/ Lyrical murder was just committed through these lines so expect heavy fines maybe a story in the New York times/ Until then in the words of Kendrick Lamar this beats dead I did it amen now don't make me do it again