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Frankie Zing

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It's blissful as the angels sing
The cherub's rock and seraph's drum
Obsessing over cadences
'Til kicks are snared and bells are rung
I enter in the industry
I'm shaking hands with Satan's son
I'm face to face with the devil
I'ma take em one on one
My only opposition is the one I put before me
Most of the time it's me in the mirror
Fighting for clearer - visual warning
Now I'm performing, in love with the light
This is a heist, now give me the mic
I'll take it from here, just please steer clear
Of touching my ground, lightning might strike
Oh how ironic?...
I'm looking down...
My body's here 
My soul? Out of bounds.
Man, it's feeling like Heaven tonight
But dam, am I, one hell of a sight
Just quit with your gripe
I put up a fight
This is not what I do...
This is my life

Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
Police are brutal in the streets
I understand, as a man
Hip-hop was never for me

Oh morning glory
What does it mean?
To hold or touch a dream?
Have you ever been, just so close then it's ripped away, so cynically?
I'm clinically - the epitome - of real mc's - cuz lyrically - they're feelin me
My booth's doused in kerosene, but in two thousand seventeen 
Who's out who's pedigree - is methylamine - and
Compounds with zen and peace?
I've been around and fed the beast
I've settled down, than rose out east
I'm in the clouds - these highs I reach 
I've been about - no lies I speak
And they announce here's Frankie Zing
But there's another whiteboy on stage 
Screaming the N word
He was accepted and I was rejected
'Cause the whole crowd that I brought was white
Except for a few who don't compare me to 
The absence of light
And I was astounded but I rebounded
Like I'ma kill this stage on sight
And so I did and the crowd went crazy
And you can tell this more than hype...
And this my fight
Yeah, this my fight
All these songs and wrongs I right
Better know that's right
I'm bout to birth a new generation
I'll wait for gifts, check the registration

Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
Police are brutal in the streets
I understand, as a man
Hip-hop was never for me

But if I can spit it with the best of em
What's my skin color matter?
Ohh what a time to be a white rapper...

I in my mind, see reality a crime when
You have to choose between selling your soul or living a lie.
The life of an artist, struggle regardless
We always want more until we're lost 
My heart is such a fortress and my mind is just a moshpit
Head full of dreams, sometimes I'm way too cautious
But it ain't what it seems 
I'm sparring on Mars with Martians
Or warding off dogs in Auschwitz 
While war is just causing profits
I'm far off from more than nauseous
As corruption gorges pockets
This we shouldn't be privy to
If I go back in time
Find me in the grassy knoll - in a gillie suit
Waitin to assassinate - JFK's killer criminals
Maybe then all of blacks and democrats
Wouldn't be so harshly ridiculed
By society, for no reason
I'm a patriot, boy, no treason
I don't need the Fifth Amendment
My actions do all speaking
Now i ain't pickin a party
God is my only army,
As they're trying to make me rap's fall guy 
Oswald, Lee Harvey

Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
Police are brutal in the streets
I understand, as a man
Hip-hop was never for me

But if I can spit it with the best of em
What's my skin color matter?
Ohh what a time to be a white rapper...

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