Lyrics:
had to go through the forest
Too much heat, whole project shining like I'm the florist
Bitch, I'm finally here
The album you can finally hear
So many
at first sight, deep and wild, under the skin.
In Palavrion's embrace, our wild fire was lit,
Day and night, in us, a passion pit.
With you, my forever
the masses
Poof, like it's magic
Raps on a rally track
Drifting over static
Man this ain't no pageant
Fueled by my passion
Elevator top floor
Smoking out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
It's the end of the album
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you so much
For tuning
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
Lakeshore
September 4th
The Album
Years in the making
(Yeah)
I couldn’t help myself
Off my anti-depressant
I’ve been stressing
My anxiety ain’t
by the whispering breath of the wind
Again and again the ravaging radiance smote the ranks of the Empire, leaving a noisome charnel-pit of nightmare
and let the hits just ooze out
Bust on the scene to let ya know I wasn't fronting
Got ya screaming for my album, so I had to do something
Write tonight
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
Bottomless Pits around the devil's word
My vivid line of hatred
Blinded by fear and dismal guidance to my destination
Reflection conscious to the world and now
a fuck
That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors
I wonder if I'll ever discover
A passion
around the beat I make 200 pounds look real nimble
The passion overflowing it don't ever dwindle
That's why I write albums without a hesitation
Need more
Now Genesis 2.0 is
The new beginning
The devil is gone
That ole serpent called satan
Signed and sealed into the pit
By the protector of the beacon
Light
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
swag is drippin', so here's a napkin
What's really happnin' bro?
Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion
Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater
I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I
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a pit to living happily here
There isn't anything limiting in the magic I feel
The passion is real, revealed and the path it is clear
I'm going up, I'll
all chafing at the bit,
(And) Mr Hamilton is arguing
With the boss down in the pit.
I can take anybody, (passion and commitment)
I can take anybody
place, she was the only one by my side
Had a nigga fooled and thinking that she was down to ride
I was da one who was there wiping tears out her eyes
She
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
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