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stormitive - raphet lyrics

they’re just moving the pieces around strategically
we’re just banging the pieces together repeatedly
all of us want to think, “everybody needs me”
make some artwork, i feel that will complete me
find my bearings, bare my findings
pine my sharing, share my pinings
art is all about love and timing
philosopher’s be speculating, rappers be rhyming
at the same time, these could be quite dynamic
aimed for the clouds, now the lunar has landed
and we managed to get stranded on a different planet
all the words are worth but nothing when the motor’s running
soul and spirit have been fumbling, watch out for their punching
/
sorry, this alb-m is good, long, and free-ing
that guy b o b got nothin on me-ting!
whats up, it’s your favorite rapping pseudo-intellectual
dad-bod, hipster, tryna eat some vegetables
or veg-a-tab-les, anybody
never give me advice, never give me cafe
life my own way, i can’t find a way to stop me
treat myself with so much love, and it’s not g-y
i don’t hang around with primitive little posses
b-tching about this and just itching all of their crotches
absorbed in social media, grinning, expensive watches
i’m a sucker for some sh-t, but i’m careful with how my time’s lived
patiently performing in ways that can make me grow
lyrically appears to be shakespeare 2.0
purity is perfectly placed within this throat
on the way to be the goat, will you stay or will you go, now?
/
reality, reality, reality, reality
excuse me miss, i’m lost, would you tell me that you’re proud of me?
stopped seeming, stopped dreaming
and stopped breathing in a single moment
most these lame poets owe it all to know it alls they
bite from and know some-things who know something’s up like some overalls
let these words warm up your soul like some pokemon
sweet poems we’ve wrote are thick as f-ck like some coats we saw
at the store and after mortgages
we could just have an easy life with a pad and some porridges
i couldn’t ever fake it and perform as a normal kid
i didn’t even start and i was already bored with it-
once that breads stacked, the raphet has rapped it
so everyone knows it and everyone has it
music for the mood, is it true it could happen?
you can’t do much when you feel trapped in
/
but i do so d-mn many things like donald
if i don’t write for atlanta, i’ve gotta write my songs, i’ll
give it what i’ve got and twisting rivers i could drop in
would be living on the bottom of the bridges i’d be hoppin, talkin
rock and wood and stones and things, they exist in real life, bro
these minerals i admire give me so much hype tho
nature inspiration sticks out like a lightpost
on the deepest darkest night when my spirit enters the flight mode
and i can still shout it out, from the back of the bus
that’s enough! freaky stuff i done seen and perceived, bruh
it be seemin like the end of days mixed in with the beginnings
while we living, constant facts we be skimming really be spinning
out realities incapable of contemplating, maybe
they all suffer as adults while we ponder like babies
do these wicked kids have clout, am i f’real that crazy?
how much sh-t i talk about? your memory look hazy

(chop chop, let’s go! on to the next one)

- stormitive lyrics

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