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TABULARASA (feat. Quis Chauncey)
by Something New & Loneninjah
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And I ain't as confident as I use to be
I used to pray for these days now I miss the youth in me
Man that joy been buried away
pain is the root in me
I used to sip away all this purple rain like it boosted me
Been anxious through this patience to stay awake through the scrutiny
The feeling savage
On top of all the baggage is the fear of being average
Fuck Crab in a barrel
Where else Id be without rappin?
I'm fucking up yo brackets
Nigga welcome to the madness
And I'm bringing the matches
You don't strike me as a threat in rapshit
My burning passion Nigga
Imma king to you raptors
You bitches burned, inna past tense
So my presence is lackin
Actually doing the dash in spectacular fashion bitch
I pass on em like Nash did
A Stiff arm through the bs like titan in Nashville
This not for the radio this not for the masses
This for the real niggas rappin
All the real niggas rapping
No filler you can't hide by the adlib
You gon die behind cap
Bitch
This flow you couldn't imagine
I been more than a rapper
Bitch I'm really a factor
Something new onna track he attack it
QC been the coldest lil bastard nigga
My mind
Taking
Freudian trips
Haven't avoided
The slip
Feeling I've
Fallen
Atop the
Tabula Rasa
Discontent
With the
Blah blahs
Hence alone
In the casa
Sabes yo
Pienso mucho
Y nunca
Quiero habla
Con nadie
Stuck inside
My head so much
Its like
I'm flying private
Lack A destination
But hoping
For decent climate
Been searching for
The rays
Of Sun
I'm overheating
Really feeling
Like a laser gun
Star Fox blasts
Hitting MewTwo
The message
Hitting you, too
Relaying all
My dissonance
On tracks
Via YouTube
And other forms
Of media
My tracks tryna
Travel Fare
Like Expedia
Big Pitbull
In this bitch
Mr. Worldwide
Add stacks
Till we all 8
305
Was vibing
With the lofi
Then turned into
A Viking
During shows
When the
Flows live
Fucking every
Stage
In every place
That I go by
But now
I'm on
My season 2
Thorfinn
Creativity
Secreting out
Like endorphins
Me and Gilly
Got the ninja tools
In all assortments
So if yall think
You got it
You should check
The fucking score bitch
We on one
Slam dunk
From the
Cross over
Irwins screaming
Crikey
We ain't Aussies
Just croc owners
Bodies in the water
Cuz we Linked
But they not Zora
Named the
God of War
Mop yall
Like I whopped
Rota
Its easy
Chess bars
Been cheesy
Play Parcheesi
Blinded
By my strat
No Wonder
It's all Stevie
Turn the ops
To skeletons
When I pick up
My pen again
Once I'm done
I'm putting
The weapon
Back in
The pendleton
I'll keep this all
Discrete
My notes
Containing all
Of my receipts
My lowest acts
Of effort
Beats
Your peak
Imperfect
As a person
But I cuff it
Off release
Tearing off
Both wings
Before you tweet
Best believe
And I ain't as confident as I use to be
I used to pray for these days now I miss the youth in me
Man that joy been buried away
pain is the root in me
I used to sip away all this purple rain like it boosted me
Been anxious through this patience to stay awake through the scrutiny
The feeling savage
On top of all the baggage is the fear of being average
Fuck Crab in a barrel
Where else Id be without rappin?
I'm fucking up yo brackets
Nigga welcome to the madness
And I'm bringing the matches
You don't strike me as a threat in rapshit
My burning passion Nigga
Imma king to you raptors
You bitches burned, inna past tense
So my presence is lackin
Actually doing the dash in spectacular fashion bitch
I pass on em like Nash did
A Stiff arm through the bs like titan in Nashville
This not for the radio this not for the masses
This for the real niggas rappin
All the real niggas rapping
No filler you can't hide by the adlib
You gon die behind cap
Bitch
This flow you couldn't imagine
I been more than a rapper
Bitch I'm really a factor
Something new onna track he attack it
QC been the coldest lil bastard nigga
My mind
Taking
Freudian trips
Haven't avoided
The slip
Feeling I've
Fallen
Atop the
Tabula Rasa
Discontent
With the
Blah blahs
Hence alone
In the casa
Sabes yo
Pienso mucho
Y nunca
Quiero habla
Con nadie
Stuck inside
My head so much
Its like
I'm flying private
Lack A destination
But hoping
For decent climate
Been searching for
The rays
Of Sun
I'm overheating
Really feeling
Like a laser gun
Star Fox blasts
Hitting MewTwo
The message
Hitting you, too
Relaying all
My dissonance
On tracks
Via YouTube
And other forms
Of media
My tracks tryna
Travel Fare
Like Expedia
Big Pitbull
In this bitch
Mr. Worldwide
Add stacks
Till we all 8
305
Was vibing
With the lofi
Then turned into
A Viking
During shows
When the
Flows live
Fucking every
Stage
In every place
That I go by
But now
I'm on
My season 2
Thorfinn
Creativity
Secreting out
Like endorphins
Me and Gilly
Got the ninja tools
In all assortments
So if yall think
You got it
You should check
The fucking score bitch
We on one
Slam dunk
From the
Cross over
Irwins screaming
Crikey
We ain't Aussies
Just croc owners
Bodies in the water
Cuz we Linked
But they not Zora
Named the
God of War
Mop yall
Like I whopped
Rota
Its easy
Chess bars
Been cheesy
Play Parcheesi
Blinded
By my strat
No Wonder
It's all Stevie
Turn the ops
To skeletons
When I pick up
My pen again
Once I'm done
I'm putting
The weapon
Back in
The pendleton
I'll keep this all
Discrete
My notes
Containing all
Of my receipts
My lowest acts
Of effort
Beats
Your peak
Imperfect
As a person
But I cuff it
Off release
Tearing off
Both wings
Before you tweet
Best believe
