Lyrics:
the pen jot it
On the page then I made paper
Used to pump poison in the
Projects sellin' death to nature
Now all my projects poison Streetz
Done got his
your box
I see rappig as a vessel, another extension, it's just my thoughts
If you walked a mile in his shoes, you would identify with issues
That would
like kempo, I'm trained in the arts
[Aceyalone]
I specify in rockin my page from the heart
I dig down deep within my psyche
Information excites me,
individual, growin up,
thinkin like, hangin with criminals
I'm on a Ram-Page and plus I'm lyrical, miracles
We make niggas dig up they graves, like
world order, International Rap
What's rockin' with that?
Worldwide, Boston & back
Uncle Sam - hear the track & let my brain react
Past global, mindstate
put pressure on motherfuckers like 300 lb. Peers
Like a captain on blank pages, I'm steering clear
Whether weather's ever severe, I'll bring ya to mass
talented?
Bitch, I'm global disguised as being local
You Bosos are 'bouta witness the wrath of this Jastastic flow
If you fresh, then homie I'm Jastastic
My
lucky)
Lucky, I've found a way another instrument a slight vigilance (mhm)
I stand in a imaginary untied picture pages uncertain phases
Unstable
Turned the game into a killing field so Groove's a wanted man
Rise with the sun in Japan and I set in the west
Hit every corner of the globe on that global
Like I ain't got shit to say
Throw ratchet puss all in our face
Everybody looking phony
Looking away
Til the next wave
On to the next page
It's
confused
So I sit down on my yoga mat and wait to get inspired
Global crises in this moment, what is new
Refreshing all the pages but what's my point of view
Away
Like I ain't got shhh to
Say
Thotrachet puss all in
Our face
Everybody looking
Phony
Looking away
Til the next wave
On to the next page
It's
thought my page would share some lines
(Nope)
Girl I do not plagiarize
Stare into my eyes there's nothing there
Global warming couldn't melt the ice in this
to the page that's a gold mine
Baby can you dig it?
Kick it with a gymnast
Only look down when I tell her roll over
Picture this rolling in a milfs Range Rover
my scars
Hide my bruises from fight after fight
Pages in time I wish I could rewrite
We have all been here before
To a place you hate, you hate
known
As my, as my holy global enterprise
We've created rules that you can't find in the book
A different type of prison for a brand new type
tricks tryna pick a fight, yeah
A year ago I was bored in classes
Now I'm buyin' boarding passes
Next year I'll be global
Playin' shows in clothes
to me
It's on the front page
Homicides, genocides, can't run the streets
If you saggin' and you flaggin' its cold; you keep heat
I understand your
Tickled with fame admit you're a slave ripping through a maze
Limping to a grave with a page in a caged stage
Six ways in eight days they trick your
down for the laymen, for the niggas that ain't acing basic training/
My rations got their trays swaying/
Galleries use my verses for Page framing/
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