Title Nothing Could I please have a story to tell? Cuz I legit just go to class then wait for the bell And then Im straight walkin home thoughts present in my dome But actually nothing inspiring happened on its own But I know that the Lords got a plan for me Whatever that shall be, we will see Certainly, my lifes a slow movie Plots not yet a factor Im playin a mad badass and Im a method actor First period Im messin Next Im stressin Like an accent on a vowel By break, my bowels get the best of me And I need a vasectomy fast before third becomes last At lunch bangin on the table here is a fable, my lines are gonna kill you like Kane did Abel For your brainll feel whack when they smack you in the back To understand my rhymes youll have to rewind this track This track is a boxing match and youre in the ring My rhymes throwin left and right hooks aiming for your brain I freestyle like a speedchild on speed not I freestyle like a kid with ADD took Ritalin and now he just sits like a dumbass staring at one thing Ring, the closing bell of liberty Like 6 months after Spring Crew mentality was never into me Dont chill in crews I kick it with everyone whos true Cuz I think theyre cool At school, breakin with the breakdancers Ballin with the ballplayers Kickin it with Colombians and boarders of all races My friendship has minimal boarders Im not a friend hoarder I hang with nerds who have never heard of Sephora Pay attention to the shaded like a rainforests flora Regarding rap Im into explorin and takin over Like Dora the Conquistadora Devil of the Rebels Revel in the peril of the eventual existential barrelin down of angels from heaven to the red hellhole where they make and drink Red Bull When I rap itll crumble the Sistine Chapel Thats unintended bullet shrapnel Tryna make Art not War True Artll come from pain burning deep in your core Reach your lungs before you act, your soul with feel sore One life, one love, verse full of diction I got an addiction of thinking deep below the mission Look up to the biblical arm wrestle The devil using both hands lookin like a mess while Lord is lookin round, unconcerned, no issues He could rip the dude in half paper tissues Materialterialists, false idols Look at life before you become suicidal Bout 80 years left on the score clock Imma jack a stepback three and theres no block Only hand is Gods if you against that, you against the odds
boarder, conquistadora, speedchild, materialterialists, artll