Authentic

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Awej

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Turn up the interface, spin the blades
I'm tryna win the race, warm up from pen to page
Spit some game to screw up the listeners face
Innovate some sicker ways to kill a break
Analyse this alphabet soup on your dinner plate
I'm bound to let loose with a bit of rage
I'm around Lex Luth mixed with a bit of cage
But with brown hair and my vision really isn't great
Public expectations are less important than personal expression
Radio hits are as fake as it gets but writing for yourself is like watching a knife hurtle towards depression
I'm a condescending conscious henchman, with the comprehension of a proper penman
My quill, I've got it strengthened
With the wisdom of gods and watchful blessed ones
I don't care about your watch or necklace lumps just watch what's next to come
Once bitten but twice shy
Was once smitten a nice guy, now I love spittin and write rhymes
I hunt millions under this night sky so forgive me if I'm done listening to your white lies
I refuse to be conditioned to listen to him riffing about his Patek so excuse me If there's disconnect like WiFi
This the effect of nine lives, I refuse to give up like you aired my high five
I'm superfluous, with these words and each verb I'm too merciless
Concerned hyper fixation on line integration
Never carried a nine on my waist I just write till it breaks
I like bars that fit straight and ideas don't get taken
If lines do get taken I'll fry you like bacon, I'm different like pagans
Acting normal like Bateman when I'm really an alien
Living life patient, this is my killing mics statement give me my payment
Each piece of me connects I leave seeds of grief but yet
I never seem to receive the respect I fiend to collect
I perceive regret as if it's a need to prevent
So you don't leave yourself in cement
When people look at me they'll see I'm everything they couldn't be
Make them shook of me, when they think about dropping they'll imagine what my book carries
Opening doors like a poltergeist when I hold a mic
Patrol at night with my scroll and write
Until my swollen mic couldn't hold my rhymes
Ignorant production but I pen this shit with gumption
When I get in with the funding I'll be the best to ever touch it
My first song was to get the ball rolling but I fucked up, left the door open
It kept going, smashed through the threshold
Now I'm the best before golden and I'll say with chest that
My next flows are getting more potent
Now the rest are all choking, look at their faces they need their jaw closing
I'm too clever for my own good you couldn't digest the food peppered in my notebook
Latex gloves on when I write because what I letter is so
profound I feel like I was chosen to own the crown
These are glass cabinet artifacts, rhyme wizard starter pack
Herts housing harmless acts written in nice winter on parchment pads
My pen lid lifts when I think of a single rhythm
Your next of kin's rich when there's a twinkle in my squinting
Acidic liquid is what I spit at musical victims
My shit is authentic that's why I don't riff about dealing and drillings

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