Lyrics:
of misdirection
I get it, you made this way
'Cause God forbids them good energies and giving me a break, huh
You are not the problem, I know I am
You can tell by my
Grand Rising
Grand Rising
I woke up, heard this beat
And decided to rap
And this mini project is an appetizer before the albums
Yes, that was plural
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
front of throngs
I'll make sure to cause a chaos
A good kind of chaos
Everyone will be having a time of their lives
There's a plate coming your way
Man this is to fucking hard to not go on the album...
I think it's gonna go on the album
Beautiful tango
Take me by the hand
Beautiful tango
Until
and rearranged
No matter what happens, nothing can ever be the same
Logan V, treating this like it's my final one
By album five, thought I'd run it like where
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
I cry when I listen to your album
With a heavy heart, and heavy soul
It reminds that at times we all get lonesome
We don't know where we want to go
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
so their brain gets clogged and congested
by the time and the effort that's invested in illusion
and by the time's definition of reality
by the time
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
Remember the days we were staring at the sky
Remember the times that the stars would shine so bright
Remember times you were always by my side
Remember
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up
Church?" when I ride by in
That blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my PO
Tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
at my folks like
Oh
Wait
Like I'm on a roll like
Oh
Wait
Foot down from the go like
All time gas in my go time pack
Breakin down earth by hand like toph
of your toe
All the way up to your last hair follicle
[Biz Markie]
Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
attention
I was distant
I focused on the posters on my wall
Caught a vision
Now my words fall in rhythm
HIP HOP made a difference
Making albums ain't
Every time I spark up I catch a new a new vibe
(Deep breathe) Where did you go my love
(Ohhh) Been looking for yooooouuu
Been looking for you (Yeah)
press my albums up on vinyl now
I gotchu next time around
This aint never been a spectator sport
They aint never had respect for the art huh
Factually
on a sweater
Day after day
I think it's strange
It's already December
2 albums in 6 months I'm an efficient guy
When it comes to anything but the time to decide
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
to me
Didn't fit the recipe probably a little spicy
Appealing to the masses requires seasoning lightly
Felt like the kid that was ditched at the prom
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