Lyrics:
Microphones on the last stand, the world is in my hands
Basic training's over, time to war
Ayo the rap nigga got a shotgun in his hand
Let off,
up on the door which almost makes me shout
My kid woke up early potty training gotta help him out
You know what fuck it, gotta go to work
12 hour shift
The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion, do not know where
The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion, do not know where
The time I like is the rush hour, 'cause I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion, do not know where
months)
Through Trialand Tribulation I wait in
Meditation in my temple
(For I know that I'm the one)
My hair is ever greying as
I countdown the hours
And I
The jewels, the learning
The fear, the focus
The aches, the pains
The contact sparrin', the breaks, the sprains
The trial and error, the ranks, and belts
Like an army general training soldiers to stand firm at the gates
All things come to those who wait
Freelance killer with a lifetime contract
Fall
I'm so broken it's annoying
Kapakahi permanently
Limpin', trippin', Lolo Jonesin'
By that I mean I'm still training
2020 vision
3 years of meditation
says I am lagging behind
Social skills are just like any other
You gotta put in the hours, you gotta contact some eyes
You can't live so passive forever
Four hours daily on my knees
Holding beads praying rosaries
Hoping someone notice me
Anxious kid hopping in and out
Relationships suppressing his
The time I like is the rush hour, 'cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people, I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion, do not know where it
because I'm gifted, straight like rigid
These words sprung from my lyrical tonque
To some ways of the world and rap game I'm numb
Practise basic training
Yea
Yo truth
Heavy Phase
Jesus
Yea
Some shit you going through be heavy phases
Heavy phase
Heavy phase
Truth
UH
Look, big deal no training wheels yea
I'm not for you
Eye contact with you
In the eleventh hour
As things go sour
Staring at some flowers (You think that you're so-)
Your pretty eyes speak
Who want it?
No damn body
Oh!
I’m up early in the morning and I’m pounding the pavement
Knuckle scaring over, ya you know that I’m training
Thinking
meditation and he's heavily medicated
Different training, a legend is in the making
No vacation I'm heavily dedicated and I don't wanna stop
The monk is in
eye contact
Trying to slips back and then we bridge the contract
We made contact with a higher power
Love growing stronger hour by hour
There was
You showed me all the songs you
Listened to when you cleaned rooms
I wish I could make contact
Why do opposites attract?
I just drank a beer
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There was lucy under my tongue
Left my training wheels where I left my first love
Stargazing with my eyes shut
There was lucy under my tongue
Left my
I'm just dancing in the rain on a rainy day
I was down so bad I had to pave a way
I done seen so much bullshit like training day
No job can't slave
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