Know when your thoughts struggle to formulate in sentences
I went to write this I was like
I won't remember this
My thought pattern all scattered
I contemplate on what matters
But everything that has happened
Proves I was meant for this
I dig myself out of the dirt
Then get to questioning my worth
Get up, wonder why I put myself down there first
Let it sometimes get into my head when at my first
Reflect I think on death while burning zest it kinda hurts
Twenty eights' breaking on the curb
I had man tryna run it for me, had to rate them for their work
If you don't live by what yer saying I don't rate you for your word
I'm a prick? Cool
Still I got it straight up in your bird
Life is difficult
See how I just seem to make things work
I got these demons tryna lurk and I ent been inside a church
Lately I been feeling like I need this to reverse
I pray someone undo the curse
G listen to my words
Reflecting on the reasons I was placed upon this earth
I had no father there from birth
And so my mother she was hurt
She was 19
Younger than me and raising a kid
So how could I ever duck my responsibilities and dip
Only lesson that I had off dad, do better then he did
For if I ever had a kid
That's got me paranoid as shit
Man if I ever did
Would have to swear on my life that I'd never switch
But that means 'f*ck, this money's gotta come in quick
Guess that's me though
Commonly known to go overthink
Go push myself to the brink
I'm burning loud and it stinks
I would lose my mind if gelato would go extinct
Imma sit back and enjoy myself for a bit
On a hammock having a kip
I'm on some island til I wake up, remember I'm in this shit
Guess I'm getting on with my day it's just how it is
Daydreaming of a better life that's why I'm doing this
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
Steady coming with it with the rawest
The flow so sick it leave you
Nauseous applauses
Approach the north do it cautious
Cos we be where it's at yo
Cooking up the corpses
They think that I'm a timid little cunt
Til the Henny in my cup
And blunt get smoked to none but
I need no drugs to be at one
I just need a pen and pad
Hit the lab and get it done
Amount stories I hear that are fabricated
I'm lacking the patience
Soon as a catch em I cash the wage in
You ain't ever got balls to move the way that I came in
Looks can deceive them all they won't ever suspect me taking
Cashing in
Risks for money getting mad again
They only act masculine when their mask with him
I ain't rock a mask though and they can catch the melanin
Catch me in the back yo
Processing my enemies
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
Praying trying to space from degradation
Need elevation
Patience surface greatness in creation
Seed life with aiming
Escaping vessels vacant occupations
To rob your patents
Plagerizing statements imitations
Don't get no ratings
Ha
Delaying preparations poor presentation
Decaying affects impressions are less shown the implications
What's the point of decorating faces for lacerations
Painting portraits for blading and claw eviscerating
Off rip I picket position a place for liberating
I'm sick, addicted to formulation habituated
I pick my rhythmic patterns and paces and simulate em
To fit in pockets to grip the listeners situated
To sit, take it in hit back again
Gaining spins due to stimulation
Amazingly ticking time over mind rotary shift
Loaded with gifts
Taking trips and pilgrimages for keys dive in abyss
To unlock bits of my cerebral crypt
Gain mental lifts
Progressive tip
To the point of witnessing all planes
Transmigration of the soul
Soul transmigrated ascending to bridge heavens rebirth true insight
Emitted energy light beams reanimated
The form, through world born as earth reincarnated
I see myself displayed on outside
My life I must live
Seeking the best in order to better and better give
Lovingly siv through the shit evolving amidst
God in the mix
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
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English
Know when your thoughts struggle to formulate in sentences
I went to write this I was like
I won't remember this
My thought pattern all scattered
I contemplate on what matters
But everything that has happened
Proves I was meant for this
I dig myself out of the dirt
Then get to questioning my worth
Get up, wonder why I put myself down there first
Let it sometimes get into my head when at my first
Reflect I think on death while burning zest it kinda hurts
Twenty eights' breaking on the curb
I had man tryna run it for me, had to rate them for their work
If you don't live by what yer saying I don't rate you for your word
I'm a prick? Cool
Still I got it straight up in your bird
Life is difficult
See how I just seem to make things work
I got these demons tryna lurk and I ent been inside a church
Lately I been feeling like I need this to reverse
I pray someone undo the curse
G listen to my words
Reflecting on the reasons I was placed upon this earth
I had no father there from birth
And so my mother she was hurt
She was 19
Younger than me and raising a kid
So how could I ever duck my responsibilities and dip
Only lesson that I had off dad, do better then he did
For if I ever had a kid
That's got me paranoid as shit
Man if I ever did
Would have to swear on my life that I'd never switch
But that means 'f*ck, this money's gotta come in quick
Guess that's me though
Commonly known to go overthink
Go push myself to the brink
I'm burning loud and it stinks
I would lose my mind if gelato would go extinct
Imma sit back and enjoy myself for a bit
On a hammock having a kip
I'm on some island til I wake up, remember I'm in this shit
Guess I'm getting on with my day it's just how it is
Daydreaming of a better life that's why I'm doing this
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
Steady coming with it with the rawest
The flow so sick it leave you
Nauseous applauses
Approach the north do it cautious
Cos we be where it's at yo
Cooking up the corpses
They think that I'm a timid little cunt
Til the Henny in my cup
And blunt get smoked to none but
I need no drugs to be at one
I just need a pen and pad
Hit the lab and get it done
Amount stories I hear that are fabricated
I'm lacking the patience
Soon as a catch em I cash the wage in
You ain't ever got balls to move the way that I came in
Looks can deceive them all they won't ever suspect me taking
Cashing in
Risks for money getting mad again
They only act masculine when their mask with him
I ain't rock a mask though and they can catch the melanin
Catch me in the back yo
Processing my enemies
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
Praying trying to space from degradation
Need elevation
Patience surface greatness in creation
Seed life with aiming
Escaping vessels vacant occupations
To rob your patents
Plagerizing statements imitations
Don't get no ratings
Ha
Delaying preparations poor presentation
Decaying affects impressions are less shown the implications
What's the point of decorating faces for lacerations
Painting portraits for blading and claw eviscerating
Off rip I picket position a place for liberating
I'm sick, addicted to formulation habituated
I pick my rhythmic patterns and paces and simulate em
To fit in pockets to grip the listeners situated
To sit, take it in hit back again
Gaining spins due to stimulation
Amazingly ticking time over mind rotary shift
Loaded with gifts
Taking trips and pilgrimages for keys dive in abyss
To unlock bits of my cerebral crypt
Gain mental lifts
Progressive tip
To the point of witnessing all planes
Transmigration of the soul
Soul transmigrated ascending to bridge heavens rebirth true insight
Emitted energy light beams reanimated
The form, through world born as earth reincarnated
I see myself displayed on outside
My life I must live
Seeking the best in order to better and better give
Lovingly siv through the shit evolving amidst
God in the mix
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
I went to write this I was like
I won't remember this
My thought pattern all scattered
I contemplate on what matters
But everything that has happened
Proves I was meant for this
I dig myself out of the dirt
Then get to questioning my worth
Get up, wonder why I put myself down there first
Let it sometimes get into my head when at my first
Reflect I think on death while burning zest it kinda hurts
Twenty eights' breaking on the curb
I had man tryna run it for me, had to rate them for their work
If you don't live by what yer saying I don't rate you for your word
I'm a prick? Cool
Still I got it straight up in your bird
Life is difficult
See how I just seem to make things work
I got these demons tryna lurk and I ent been inside a church
Lately I been feeling like I need this to reverse
I pray someone undo the curse
G listen to my words
Reflecting on the reasons I was placed upon this earth
I had no father there from birth
And so my mother she was hurt
She was 19
Younger than me and raising a kid
So how could I ever duck my responsibilities and dip
Only lesson that I had off dad, do better then he did
For if I ever had a kid
That's got me paranoid as shit
Man if I ever did
Would have to swear on my life that I'd never switch
But that means 'f*ck, this money's gotta come in quick
Guess that's me though
Commonly known to go overthink
Go push myself to the brink
I'm burning loud and it stinks
I would lose my mind if gelato would go extinct
Imma sit back and enjoy myself for a bit
On a hammock having a kip
I'm on some island til I wake up, remember I'm in this shit
Guess I'm getting on with my day it's just how it is
Daydreaming of a better life that's why I'm doing this
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
Steady coming with it with the rawest
The flow so sick it leave you
Nauseous applauses
Approach the north do it cautious
Cos we be where it's at yo
Cooking up the corpses
They think that I'm a timid little cunt
Til the Henny in my cup
And blunt get smoked to none but
I need no drugs to be at one
I just need a pen and pad
Hit the lab and get it done
Amount stories I hear that are fabricated
I'm lacking the patience
Soon as a catch em I cash the wage in
You ain't ever got balls to move the way that I came in
Looks can deceive them all they won't ever suspect me taking
Cashing in
Risks for money getting mad again
They only act masculine when their mask with him
I ain't rock a mask though and they can catch the melanin
Catch me in the back yo
Processing my enemies
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
Praying trying to space from degradation
Need elevation
Patience surface greatness in creation
Seed life with aiming
Escaping vessels vacant occupations
To rob your patents
Plagerizing statements imitations
Don't get no ratings
Ha
Delaying preparations poor presentation
Decaying affects impressions are less shown the implications
What's the point of decorating faces for lacerations
Painting portraits for blading and claw eviscerating
Off rip I picket position a place for liberating
I'm sick, addicted to formulation habituated
I pick my rhythmic patterns and paces and simulate em
To fit in pockets to grip the listeners situated
To sit, take it in hit back again
Gaining spins due to stimulation
Amazingly ticking time over mind rotary shift
Loaded with gifts
Taking trips and pilgrimages for keys dive in abyss
To unlock bits of my cerebral crypt
Gain mental lifts
Progressive tip
To the point of witnessing all planes
Transmigration of the soul
Soul transmigrated ascending to bridge heavens rebirth true insight
Emitted energy light beams reanimated
The form, through world born as earth reincarnated
I see myself displayed on outside
My life I must live
Seeking the best in order to better and better give
Lovingly siv through the shit evolving amidst
God in the mix
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
The art of reincarnation
Don't be the end of the cycle
Don't be some dust on the ground
We be inspiring some minds them mandem f*ck with our sound
And when we gone they still gone bump this around
Writer: Matthew McLaughlin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid