soniq - 21 grams lyrics
verse 1
they say, “soniq, where you been at?” i’ve been in a vacant trench
might as well have fell asleep on a vagrant’s bench
i’m an oxymoron with a fragrant stench
that’s used as love potion for a flagrant wench
she has the poison and i have the apple
we’re making fruit salad at your tabernacle
to me, these rappers are a bunch of jackals
and they go running when the motherf-cking jaguar tackles
a track-buster who has you fl-stered, you’re lackl-ster
and that’s just a scratch of the surface, that was to rile you up
i pile ‘em up like a stacked cl-ster of ten cars
the memoirs of a black hustler
i vent bars, like outdoor-event bars
put my light under pressure and i’ll invent stars
all i wanted was a song that prevents wars
but i couldn’t get it past the fence guards… so so bad. no, actually, soso cool
verse 2
hold up, i’m snapping on you wack f-cks
‘cause you’re daffy like you’re black ducks!
you know how much that bugs?
and did you catch how witty that was?
it’s crazy, i’ve become cynic
but you can slit my throat if i’ve begun to mimic
been through enough sh-t to succ-mb to limits
but when they say, “how you been? it’s been a hundred minutes.”
i say, “i’m cool, put a ‘soso’ in front of it.”
crazy how a curse can become a gift
like how a moment can become a gif
oh, i’m growing weed if you want to spliff
it’s legal now, b-tches!
i’m a king, give me a regal bow, which is how you address me
and how you impress me
in the form of me, i just found you a blessing
verse 3
when i lose 21 grams, i trust i will have moved many young fans
you’re feeling me?
through monologues and soliloquys. put it on your blog if you’re feeling me
and say i’m so official. blow the whistle with no official
my flow initially wasn’t about what’s so essential
just hopes and wishes and buzzing about with no credentials
and never thinking of cussing without some loaded pencils
with spray cans, my name, i wrote on stencils
and on the roads i drove those rentals
and those were less travelled; a soldier in a closure-less battle, moseying over the gravel
watch it unravel. uh huh…
thinking of striving, i was drinking and driving
but it’s not a lincoln i’m driving, that’s just a thing that i’m rhyming about
grinded it out with my mind in the clouds
then i freefall for an hour and dive in the crowd
i’ve ‘fygured’ it out… my bad. ‘figured’ it out
it’s soniq!
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