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This is a beat I originally produced at least 4+ years ago, I finally found a great rapper locally to properly bless the beat follow @paradigmxhi if you haven't he's a great boom bap type MC.
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LYRICS :
[Verse 1]
I kick it with a new school boom bap/ who's that riding on the beat like a loose cannon/ imagine me damagin, microphones I been handling/ salvaging bits and fragments of pieces cracked from the past/
Im picking out the glass out of my feet, the ever lasting/
type of feeling
That you're walking on defeat,
And its a hassle/
Get a fucking grip on my feelings
Tighten the lasso/
hate getting my point across
By being a fucking asshole/
But this world is filled with cannibals/and I ain't talking eating people's flesh, but in a sense, im talking animals/
Everybody out for themselves/
Never sticking out my neck for someone to break it
With a cast of spell/
Not to say that there's nobody who helps
I'm aware/ I got some people who believe in me more than I do myself/
I'm just saying that majorities stealth,
See right through it/
I'll mind my own business
Gotta keep it fuckin moving/
And im gone
[Hook]
Gotta push right through
Old man taught me to how to speak some truth, old man taught me to cook some food, how Tighten up a screw, when a few go loose
Gotta push right through
Old man taught me how to speak some truth
how to break some rules,
how to break bad news,
how to tie my shoes
[Verse 2]
I'm a rogue, with a old soul chillen/ with a demon from the underground and and folklore legend,/
Can't forget the gem that inspired the genocide/ of my rhymes, but I got some times when I'm straightening my antenna/
I see the future bright In my cranium, not my retina/
Father said "You want it?
Get off your ass and get it son"/
Even if your grasp ain't exactly the way you planned it/
My heart converted to granite
The day that I lost my fucking pops/
And its exhausting
To the bone
I been contemplating/ tightening up rope, it's been a slipper slope/
I been holding on a tree for support
But the force/ has been pushing me to positions that can make man forfeit/
Strengthening my torso,
Which had tore so careless/
My core was exposed
Like a deer in the head lights/
Man understand that some people cannot fathom/
The amount in which you carry
Or exactly what it feels like/
But I
[Hook]
Gotta push right through
Old man taught me to how to speak some truth, old man taught me to cook some food, how Tighten up a screw, when a few go loose
Gotta push right through
Old man taught me how to speak some truth
how to break some rules,
how to break bad news,
how to tie my shoes
