
Album : 25 in the Rain
Lyrics :
Yea! Struggle has been real so far.
They always call me about being underrated. Can’t say what I feel like though.
(Let’s go bitch)
See I just told my homies, my time was running.
They wished me luck, they say my time is coming.
I’m desperate, this is all or nothing.
I commemorate my past now I’m the newest subject
See that’s the day light turn into a night, monsters come into my dream, so provocative.
Should I say something?
I see the new wave. I can’t remain stagnant. See all these young ones go hard but I play nothing.
See all these OGs in this bitch have left out the scene with nothing.
See I used to be the kid who used to write on the pages, nights and the days.
Day 1- my flow was pathetic. Day 2 – I started recording it with a microphone that’s attached to a headphone. I think it is called Logitech.
My first reactions positive. We spread out the songs with Bluetooth.
And everybody like- who’s this? I told them- that’s me.
Like “Do you rap?” Yea I rap like a mufucker.
“But you don’t look like rapper”, my style is rocking under cover.
The underrated form of gossip.
I fuck on top of the pentagram. Candlelight make the devil dance.
Get it right- no second chance. I can’t return – No Evanescence.
I’m making the room for the prophecies.
What I made in the past was hypothesis.
I’m shoving my dick in this game and I’m not gonna leave till the day of apocalypse.
Now all these men gone fade- Don’t let these men fade way
All these men gone fade- Don’t let these men fade way
They all claim to be the best but none of them act like one.
5 and 6 or 7 songs! And then it’s time to be gone.
See I didn’t make no money out of this rap but I keep coming.
The chances were 50-50 but I always kept it one hundred.
I slept with all lot of women. I smoked the Kush from the mountains.
I used to ride on them bikes. Now I got cars, yea I’m whippin’
Yea I know it’s not the same thing, they ride on lambos. I’m riding Ford Fusion.
What’s good in complaining? Long as I’m standing vertical, I’m not even trippin’
There’s couple things that don’t stop me – Tragedy, Poverty
As long as I’m living there’s so many stories to say but I’m not a celebrity.
I’m mixing the rap and reality, little bit of auto-tune for the melody.
The 808 like a trampoline. My topic always been masculine.
I lost whole lot on gambling. Lost myself in Methamphetamine.
I pulled myself out the darkness. I lost three years to nothing.
Took a while to get out the dungeon. I’m still dealing with anxiety.
And time running too fast. 9/11 I’m 26.
I deviated from the Genesis. Higher power in my premises.
Fuck the past ain’t no images. Lord forgive me I’m innocent.
Only bow down to myself. I’m not even talking about religion.
Devil is too much intelligent and that’s Nawaj Ansari.
Now all these men gone fade- Don’t let these men fade way
All these men gone fade- Don’t let these men fade way
Now all these men gone fade
All these men gone fade…….2
[Rain]