Arm Wrestling With My Angels (feat. Arkh Zeus)

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Represented by words
Built from my actions
Vocal blacksmith
Forged in ashes
Spartan ghost surveys
While tiny titans
Are clashing
Mind wild
Like Thornbury
Smashing
Passions
Placed above necessities
Looking out for balance
Mental equity
Cause lack thereof
Left an empty me
Had my Soul on Ice
But not enough
To let my movements freeze
Keep the notebook
In my chest
So I can let my lyrics breathe
Cause back then
All the feelings were smothered
By my own anguish
Knew not to confide
With any nigga
I'd hang with
Lived a life that's dangerous
Truama got aging like
The ancients
Regrets telling
That I aint shit
The current me though
Begs to differ
Quick to infer
That there's too much life
To live
Know that the results
Are something bigger
With the world inside
My hands
Feel gravity
Inside my fingers
It makes the message
That I'm destined
To deliver
Walking through the days
Writing through the nights
Focused on myself
Know that I'm alright Wrestling with Angels
Dressed as Demons
Swelled with spite
Could never
Ever
Take a nigga out
The fight
Walking through the days
Writing through the nights
Focused on myself
Know that I'm alright Wrestling with Angels
Dressed as Demons
Swelled with spite
Could never
Ever
Take a nigga out
The fight
Never tell a writer that their words are just words
You niggas got some nerve
So that's where I aim every time I purge with the curses
Shit looks like cursive when they curve
My aligning has been perfect
Perks of being a wordsmith
I knew that my purpose wasn't solely meant to be perceived by what's sitting on the surface
Breaking nails while surfin
I say hi, stay high til I'm skating on a Rass Kass ocean
With my backpack open, smell the gas, that's potent
Ain't no mathematics, this shit's acrobatics how I'm floatin
Fading through these phases til I'm bloomin
Rapping like I still got something to prove to these students
I'm truly coolin, never foolin
While I'm chasing The Cool, that's word to Lu and
Soul brotha number 2 until I control the system of influence
And niggas know I'll do it, that's why they in tune with
The music I'm spewing, even when they claim they ain't listening to it
Never gon decay, always staying ripe
Even on my days when I ain't feeling right
Pestering with pain, of course I put up a fight
Cause I'm always gon be one to show my might
As I'm...
Walking through the days
Writing through the nights
Focused on myself
Know that I'm alright Wrestling with Angels
Dressed as Demons
Swelled with spite
Could never
Ever
Take a nigga out
The fight

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