Some new stuff, working on a different style. Instrumental is mine.
I can convince them to not to even listen to my competition when I diss em
I'm spitting wisdom to follow like religion.
Every decision only further alters my position inbetween the altar and the hell thats within.
I'm delusional, but its nothing new that's the usual.
Irrefutablely and indisputably immutable.
I like when sound waves to the brain sound beautiful.
It like the cocaine through the veins of one doin blow.
It gets me addicted the more and more that I listen to the record spinning,
I ain't ever quitting - going overtime and extra innings so drop your opinions;
I'm over the levels they always said were beyond my limits.
Listen up kids, I was that kid always never gave a shit.
The more that I was told no, the more I really wanted it.
Now people are asking for shows and my songs played at colleges.
I'm prepared to mess with the pros
and it's time that ya'll acknowledge it.
I'm getting older, and colder, with more weight up on my shoulders.
These kids are tossin sticks and stones,
I'm workin on throwing boulders.
This is it, what's bunting? Man, I'm swinging for the homers.
You can stick to swinging ships, I'm gonna ride the roller coasters.
I'm in this for thrills, not expecting Beverly Hills.
But I wouldn't mind an extra paycheck when I'm paying my bills.
So if I can grab at it I will.
I'm always working on my skills. Cause I know one day,
It just might get me headed uphill.
I'm steady climbing, rising up in ranks through my writing.
And I'm just starting, I was only born in ninety - five.
And I'm trying to find what defines sounding fine when I'm rhyming every line of mine.
And I don't care what you think of it.
Receiving love from hundreds is making my haters feel sick to their stomaches and I love it.
I'm never gonna stop or quit gunning to go above it, till I day die, drop and kick the bucket.