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the way i be - oblivion lyrics

i stack slaps, no rap cap

energized like a band gap

get it live, understand that

we on different levels

i demand that

y’all cynics settle

never sentimental

to punk b+tches

ima chin check em

off the list

when i diss several

gotta lotta piff, that i flip, readily

song intense, with a sick melody
competition feel it’s unsettling

confidence, ima risk everything

prosperous, every endeavor, we

dope boys, likе we drug peddling

couple of stеps up ahead of the mumbling

hoes, always numb to the energy

i feel it up in my soul, so let it be told, let it soak and it sink in, this speakin a felony

they feelin it suddenly

y’all sh+t lackin spirit and subtlety

i’m reapin this drum beat

cuz i’m sick of hearin the same f+ckin themes

don’t be lumpin me in with these dumb geeks

just do me this one thing
you can’t interfere with my tongue speed

my gearing is is unseen

cuz i’m wired differently

engine is running unlimited entropy

in sync, ain’t into the weak

all cylinders firing, spit is conspiring to gettin rid of all that sh+t like peace, sheesh, this is the way i beast
please, ain’t no comparin my st++z, y’all parrot the t+r+e+n+d’s
i’m sharin my whole f+ckin being, believe, you couldn’t embarrass me
they sayin this heresy, it goes against what tends to be generally accepted
yet i’m finna conceive a blessin
and it’s makin bbs affectionate
it ain’t rare that i’ll be contested
yoo i’m droppin the heat in a second
this sh+t real and it ain’t hard to tell it
smokin weed, takin psychedelics
i’m a king, y’all are f+ckin peasants
sh+t is like feudalism, y’all by gassed up by the f+ckin times, puttin fuel in em, puttin fumes in em, like that juul hittin, y’all are fools wittit, and i’m provin it, movin up in rank, when i take command like a lieutenant
purple sprite, got the juice in it, i’m so tight when i’m groovin it
bet that you can tell, find out what it’s worth, man i’m high as h+ll, fallin off the earth, when i bomb a verse, it can sell itself, never sell myself, never live inert, energy in motion entity heroic, meant to be a poet, endlessly flowin, mentally openin any opponent
caps gettin peeled back, in a clean like motion, better realize, who own it, on it, they telephonin the phonics, brought it, to a whole nother level, locked in, caution, my process keep it conscious, often, i’m pickin up on who the true artists is, no garbage sh+t, no sloppiness, awesomeness that’s all this is, y’all list of accomplishments is awful centered round profits spent, mines is spinnin round confidence, spittin out opulence, ima sit em down after this, no doubt i’m figure out the cause of this
sh+ts hard as bricks

got the baddest b+tches

losin all sense of continence

rap sh+t got it’s compliments

i said it, i meant it, i spit it, i sh+tted on all incompetent novices

so this sh+t blowin up worldwide

im bettin all seven f+ckin continents

uh!

they statin the obvious

language derogative

to all the gods

so this is the consequence

aimin to conquer this

staying on top of it

claim you a legend, yo lesson today is you stretchin, you barely a fairy tale
stop it, you pale in comparison
hop on the mic and it’s h+lla embarrassin’, i’ll put a star on my alias
so far there ain’t no complaining, it’s all love, emanating, amazing em, droppin knowledge off the top of my cranium, regulating all the meaningless mania, my sh+t irregular, but it ain’t amateur, there ain’t no faking the passion i rap til you had enough
they say it’s miraculous, callin for change, they say that it’s accurate, not in for fame, noddin along to the phrase, fluid like water, the fog in the banks, gassin it, vapor, the more that i say, the more all the hips in the room oscillate, they hop on the train
bandwagons all imagine the lame rappers are the greatest to ever, and hate rappers, that be statin the facts, as a matter of wack, mothaf+ckas better ship out in mass, rediscover what the rap in the past, is all about, reimagine then and act on it, whoa, too fast? do the dash, sonic, zig and zag, like we rollin chronic, chitta chat, i put a muzzle on it, then i spit and i pummel the audience, give me the mic, all these fools mumblin hogging it, i put em all in a frying pan, and i banish them all to oblivion, really i’m tired of it, uh, these silly imposters are rakin in millions often, the realest forgotten
hidden amid all the nonsense, but b+tch i’m intending to keep on defending the rawness, harmony over the raucous
whole lotta trust in my process, but blind faith ain’t no way to be followin, ima replace it with conscience
why wait? every chance that you gettin, best take it and prosper, and pay attention to your place or position cuz sh+t work in cycles like clockwork
incineration of imposters, these imitations need a lot of work, ima sensation when i’m bombin the verse, poppin and lockin+in rockin the words, stockin some thought in the search for a common purpose, somethin to worship, the way i be takin+em to church in this rappin resurgence, y’all barely scratching the surface…

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