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ché jackson - middle child freestyle lyrics

no one can fathom this energy
i know you n-ggas are sick of me
i mastered the penn, i’m a lion, no nittany
i have no ceilings like kennedy
k!lling my demons, swear i feel amazing
from this elevation i been contemplating the hunger for power, met satan
he wanted my talent; said “n-gga, stop waitin'”
2019 and i’m facing reality
bourne for this sh-t like i’m jason
knew that i had it, my repertoire latent
told my superior i wasn’t playin’
may drown in the music, but i’ll never choke
i don’t care if it’s sour diesel or the repercussions, i want all of the smoke
i get it out of the rough
balancing this life is tough
i go to war with myself on the daily neglecting societies view of enough
i don’t know who i can trust
n-ggas side-stepping, council told me to be lenient
she want a piece of the pie at my table but couldn’t care less about all the ingredients
know you sit and wonder
both of my siblings are women but your n-gga look up to me like i’m big brother
catch up kid, keep the mustard
i’m declining all new friends
rocko told me keep them squares out my circle
grandaddy give me wisdom, he purple
“how you want your eggs?” she screaming, “feeeeeeeeertile!”
wet like she squirtle, i pull up my pants and i’m grinning like urkle
i can’t keep on paying for n-ggas that hurt you
stay out my business unless it concern you
i just read four agreements and…
it taught me to give credence to words and
how to exterminate you leeches and worms that
thrive on my p-n-s with the meanest of girth flat
out i’m a problem
and no ti-84 calculator will solve em’
evolvin’ from geodude to golem
should probably call batman and robin out of gothem to stop em’
third person, shakespeare in the flesh, matte black beats, just knoddin’
pick up the pen and start jottin’
these n-ggas ain’t really ready for what i’m plottin’
i need to be in that studio, east of harlem
i need to meet up with kunta straight outta compton
done enough tossin’ and turnin’ in dreams i been yearning about
all chips on the table, only option

- che jackson lyrics

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