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wake n bake - make my move (feat. cryptic wisdom) lyrics

when will i know i paid my dues
when will i know that it’s my turn
i’ve been so hungry and i’ve got to make my move
and i ain’t one to waste my time so i can’t just let it burn

can’t just let it burn yeah i’m here to make my move n sh-t
people think i’m crazy i agree that i am ludicrous
the silent bob of rap motherf-cker i ain’t new to this
you know i’m rockin with atomic still the same old lunatic
knew the sh-t, i’m addicted to music
i feel it flowing through my blood influenced to pursue it
i come from many different angles they all wind up congruent
and that is me up on the move out creating a movement
and even though my dream is lucid it’s elusive as f-ck
yeah i’m quick to chuck deuces wake reclusive as f-ck
i am not the average rapper chasing loose at the club
all i ever f-cking wanted was a booth and a blunt
plus a team that can flow bomb willing to hunt
formed up like it’s voltron k!lling as one
you can see us when the shows on feeling the bump
yeah i’ve hurdled many roadblocks still on the run

when will i know i paid my dues
when will i know that it’s my turn
i’ve been so hungry and i’ve got to make my move
and i ain’t one to waste my time so i can’t just let it burn

yeah i can’t just let it burn i got my eyes on the prize
you see the mask on my face but this is not a disguise
cause you should know i bare my soul when i been writing these rhymes
i see a fork up in the road and now it’s time to decide
word to the wise, never give a single f-ck
welcome to the ride, keep your middle fingers up
sleeping on the guy sh-t i’m rip van winkled up
waiting for the sign to give you everything i’m thinking of
drink it up, man i know you love my f-cking pain
veins running dry now i am not the f-cking same
strange but i’m fine now harnessing the f-cking flame
crossing over lines pow hit em in the f-cking face
such a waste, man i thought we were friends
but i guess it’s now the way it wound up in the end
b-tch i’m sick of acting nice i ain’t playing pretend
you put a knife in my back i’m coming straight for your head

when will i know i paid my dues
when will i know that it’s my turn
i’ve been so hungry and i’ve got to make my move
and i ain’t one to waste my time so i can’t just let it burn

i’m ready for the battle ready for the war i k!ll them all no back and forth
i stay on the grind with the middle finger raised i leave these haters in a morgue
i paid my dues i make my moves i paved my path we at the core
thinking i might try force gripping on the master sword
i endure, see the mask of a hollow
not a single f-ck left that’s a hard pill to swallow
wake a satiated demon rolled a blunt and hit a bottle
you might label me a prophet but i’m not the one to follow

when will i know i paid my dues
when will i know that it’s my turn
i’ve been so hungry and i’ve got to make my move
and i ain’t one to waste my time so i can’t just let it burn

there’s no training ground for film making
there’s no training ground for being a poet or a composer
i think there’s no real training ground
more of a way of life than any technical things
the biggest challenge
it’s always bureaucracy and stupidity
just have to learn how to deal with it
that kind of struggle never ends

- wake n bake lyrics

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