Yeah, yeah
I guess you've learned a whole heap of nothing
Suppose you living with your demons, fuck it
Thunder rolling with the punches that ain't touch 'em
Living life without a substance
I'm rushing such a feeling with the urgency of justice
All these fluctuating customs, it's all or nothing
Shit get shaky as your moral compass
Life is but a series of adjustments
Was ill-equipped smoking spliffs, too redundant
Been there, done that
Mapuche Indian and Huguenot blood in his veins but his son's black
Running from it just to come back and make amends
The story bending at my will
I fill a void that only some lack
The beat looping with my vocal, fuck a drum track
My brother from a city where they poke you like a thumb tack, nigga, Westside
And watch how you speak about the land 'cause I'm from that
Fuck 'em if it's problems, primo sliding on some Rodney Mullen
Flip the script, ain't sorry for who I'm becoming
Me and mine winning, cheek to cheek grinning
Steel Royal Oak with the moon phase in it
That's some fly shit init, this a live nigga clinic
You standing on business while I float above limits
You niggas sour as a lemon, squeeze down, I found my feet
It's power in the venom, can't kill me
Filthy in denial, where you men is
A menace to society, it's ire in his image
My aim is to inspire putting out that fire in you
Aim and hold the iron, let it fly and see what sin do
I'ma keep it simple, anchovies out the tin
Two hundred thousand fleeting thoughts I'm choosing not to tend to
I'm standing ten toes, you gotta weigh the cons when you sense pros
The bloody thorn on a red rose
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