Kevin1100 - Runways (Non-Anonymous) Lyrics

"In my backyard I have a pool of air...
The hydrogen has been displaced...
In a known spot, so not misplaced
But in another space within a thing called wind...
Controlled by the in and out of my decision to keep breathing
So what appears to be an empty hole seen only by the invited, is really one, of many souls, united..."
Blowing smoke in a world of mirrors, we hoping the world can hear us
Recording the illest lyrics, before we're ever appearing
On stages nearest your region, a legion of legends bearing
These gifts for those who are feigning our riffs of vocal coherence
So notice that we embarrass these dudes who think that they're rapping
They napping while we be eating, they're sleeping while we get cabbage
Imagine what it would take to be emulating the greats
On a daily basis I make the most out of my situations
A little patience, mixed with a bit of equations
I'm formulating these ways to reveal all these revelations
May we set their stage ablaze in an array of various nations
And display something amazing that negates our limitations
Cause, presentation's important, we're sporting these decorations
Of chains, rings, and loot, I maintain the truth
I'm just expressing my successes so I'm dressing like it to
Best respect it cause you know I'm upper-decking on you fool
I'm just a blessing in disguise, paying homage to a God
That turned some dirt into a body... probably
Just so I can hit your speakers properly... follow me
Over to your ruler, hear your God in me, no illuminati G
Don't owe no apology, cause, that ain't in my policy
So ain't no use in bothering me
I'm on some other shit... hop on in the mother ship
You're on a journey for you to witness hip-hop recovery
We're hovering - in new Nikes, at new heights, to do right
These blue lights, pursue my, crew like... flies!
Cause we're the shit and they like doo-doo right, so who's right?
Well you're right for listening, and they're wrong for dissing him
I put on, they're whispering
But I ain't yelling obscenities, or developing enemies
So that means that I'm finna' be nothing less than a remedy
For these negative energies that you hear in the industry
Come with me and take two pennies of my thoughts...
Dumb it down, or they won't listen to me
Spit these hieroglyphs and create my own history
Eye appear amidst a whole bunch of controversy
Praying that the rhymes that I write won't haunt me when I'm thirty
Thirsting for some peace of mind, while they're hating on my jewelry
So who are you? What's your name? Who am I preaching to?
I'm Kevin1100 and I guess it's nice to meet you too
Won't let my rhymes get monotonous
I'll grow your mind, but, no, I'm not a botanist
Planting seeds beneath your hair, prepare you for apocalypse
At least the smartest populous, cause they're the ones that's bopping this
Yep! The smartest populous
Prime time for money, so with mine I'll be the optimist
That's why they make pockets, dog, I got to fit a knot in this
Even when the market's down, I stay on top of shopping list
Number one reason why my wallet hippopotamus
I'm putting in the work, that's why I graduate from colleges
So read between the lines and you can see where all the knowledge is
I'm rocking this
Who's stopping this?
Lame rappers trying to a bite, and ya'll gon' make me put my jock in this
Ya'll the reason I'm harder than these filthy stinking moderates
So learn a lot from me and see I ain't your average protestant
Or burn in the sea if it ain't no worth in bothering
Put nails to my hands if you're a hating cosmetologist
Pay homage to the grave where they may lay my sarcophagus
Make it a holiday like it's 'Christmahannawannacuhz'
The world will fill and kill you softly with these empty promises
And even with binoculars, it's hard to find the common sense
Listen cock swallowers, everything ain't chocolate
I know I blow your mind, but ya'll choking on them sausages
Scary looking busters steady watching how I monster this
Taking on my challengers and turning them into carcasses
Stay up out our way and let us know that you acknowledge us
Women, salute they shorts like Camp Anawanna cus
For bras and draws, we ain't got the tolerance
Got everybody hollering, but I don't see the problem
I been here, and ya'll the second place colonists
So don't be mad at me cause my girl got Pocahontas tits
Don't be mad at me, cause ya'll still spitting like novices
And what's ironic is, my rhymes will never be monotonous
Every single time I'm demonstrating my dominance
Women spreading their legs like their thighs made of condiments
Truth is, to myself is where my time is spent
I'm Kevin1100 and I'm non-anonymous
Nigga please!
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