Lucid Intervention

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(Yea yea, uh) You’re shaking soldier, best get a grip and hold your composure
I’ve seen dreams turn dust from a couple thousand Martin Luthers
Dream about their dreams, they forgetting to implement a future
A handful design schemes chasing dreams and homie I salute ya
While the majority throw they ambitions stacked at the back of a wagon
They lagging, and lacking success so they back scratching
They way up while thinking they own this ride but they just hijacking
Attracting crowds to the phoney fraction they’re representing
This competition can I kick it man I feel oppressed
Every time I check the rhyme and flow that’s word to tribe called quest
I stick true to the roots of my conditioning, mum and dad shined the light on me
Now it’s time to pass the torch on to me, we’re switching teams
I’m itching soil to rediscover roots that remain hidden
I was lost but I feel ready I got a knack for winning
For those who doubted me here’s bad news, I’m not quitting
I just started, just beginning, you keep judging, I’ll keep grinning (yeah)
(Yeah) If I respect you I expect you to reciprocate
I seen a lotta mouths full who still have food on they plate, with no debate
Judgin' for no reason best believin' they love to hate, I guess I’m late
I should’ve come sooner in the game, it must be fate
And I feel great, that I can’t relate, to the bunch of rappers sitting on the mainstream train
Shit sound the same, but can’t complain, cause I found my lane within my domain
See I control it, which means that I own it, don’t trespass on me better go get a permit
Forget it, I won’t let you in here regardless cause you’re on a leash and I’m pulling the harness (yeah)
This a lyrical storm, a vortex is born, tsunami waves crash upon shore
Thunder and hail pour, the lightning strike ‘for’ the alphabet leaving it torn
A rhythm is born, the kernels kept warm
Where a flow is reborn, popping around like popcorn
A lyrical exercise delivered from the mental forums
That’s stored inside of his head a prison with no warden
Post-mortem analysis would show the cause was boredom
A morbid distraction of lyrical murder blossoms
See rap has a parameter
Back up you lack stamina
Crafting an average bar
Rap lyrical massacres
Can’t posses such caliber
That’s from judging character
Blasphemy to judge me
I scatter bars for scavengers
Hungry as a hyena, the meanest demeanour you just seen a dreamer
Tryna rhyme a couple bars to scheme a plot to rap so fresh under one breath
I make it happen never rest, I speed up the tempo like catalyst
Then slow it down for analysts to analyse the bars they missed
Cause their opinions got me pissed,
Last thing you wanna see is my pen jotting your name on a diss
Enough of this, your blabbering I can’t dismiss, I’ll hold you down with my two fist
And throw you down the bottomless pit of the abyss so
Don’t come at me with your existential crisis
Of mice and men, men are mice since chasing the cheese since the Ice Age
How nice to see that money controls us
A loan with a bank and now they own us

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