The Architeq - Views Lyrics

I don't give a damn
What these people think of me
Because I'm rapping for the sake of me
I'm doing it it sacredly no safety
On it
No I don't flaunt but but I give if you want it
The type flow that leave a
The type of flow that leave a rapper discombobulated
I'm f*cking this beat at the same time that it's ovulating
Hoping 9 months later a Grammy nomination
Popping our the womb so I can rock with the entire nation
Oh lord
A lot to say but none show for
That's the reason that I wanna go on perform more
Imma have to branch out and go record because
My Plans so heavy that they're ripping through the floor board
Oh lord
Sick of searching for studio sessions
Imma have to teach my past adolescents a lesson
Any time I get the mic it's not a fight
I'm getting right into the point of negating any viewer discretion
I'm implementing my vision
Envision lots on my bucket list I ain't got time for wishing
You know my only intention is to focus on intuition
I could never be blinded
I'm sobering thought for millions
That's why wanna be heard
Thats why I gotta put everything into every word
Now I'm just
Sick of being underestimated
I'm making estimates of your testament testing out its endurance
I'm to far from the casket
To let them have it
I'm reeking havoc
All your verses plastic
I'm writing classics
To please the masses
Should be teaching classes
I'm not the average internet savage
You scavenge the earth and not find another as is
I Demonstrate my hate for things around me
I tried to tell them they can't percolate my flow it's too astounding
I see countless challengers surrounding
To bad I'm packing a dragon to whack you and drag you back in the packing
I'll make sure everyone's hearing this
Lyricist
Mad delirious
Serious out of body experience
Good at striking the fear into anybody that dear to this
Good at grinding gears of whoever seeing me living this
Killing this
Any beat I slaughter I invented it
Other people biting when people providing
Deeper hits
Picture this
I'll be on the road hitting dealerships
When you back at the crib lonely at night counting your petty tips
Sometimes it's hard converting thoughts into words
And getting them heard
In ways that aren't completely absurd
Cant explain myself or who i am
Much less think of cures
For all the blinded people banking banking on these idiots words
Its in your head
It'll haunt you until you're dead
All the bullshit you're being fed is irrelevant
They be selling it
Spelling it out
Might as well be giving a shout
Its like they're spraying crazy f*cking chemicals in the clouds