Speakin' (Intro)

(album: Funhouse Mirror - 2019)

Yeah
I'm more, I'm more
I'm more, I'm more, I'm more
Yeah, yeah

What it do, what it is, what it could be
You're more bla-bla-bla what it would be
Bluntly I feel like all you motherfuckers pussy
Leader of the new school they be playing hook-ey
Turned cake for rapping on the corner like The Rooks be
Chess game, let's bring more shame to what we need to push
We ahead 'cause we think the more simpler than the hooks be
I ain't come to sugarcoat shit, whole culture got spiritual diabetes
Humanistic raps and trying to supply the species
I'mma defy the thesis and the peaching can't fiddle in the box
Credits, Bushwick fake frame looking kind critics
Ain't no peace treadies with me I'm in a legion with the truth
Trying to feel your pain like it's mine it's a window to you
The only way I can see through, pass the sauce let me stop preaching

I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my
Let me stop preaching to em
I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my
Let me stop preaching to em
Imma start speaking to em, Imma start reaching to em
Little closed door homie, Imma start inking through it
Imma start bleeding through it, they won't have to let me in
We gon' start seeing true less, yeah

These days I stay far away, when a train rolls in I got something to lose
Now I'm more on point than cool, now
True to me is more important than rules now
Whole lotta obstacles I got past em
Used the laugh at the kid when I got the last one
I never want to pass in, I only lived with passion
At 25 already been like 9 virgins of but see equals speak to you
Now been sown, sold for so much I'm better than the past ones
I been running circles around rappers don't make me relapse son
My anxiety was so bad son, I was gonna collapse, son
Next time I thought I seen my last son
Wanted to be somebody that could last, son
Then I realised the same shit that brings my heart pain
It's the same shit that make it wanna last once, for the real

Yeah, live from Hell's Kitchen, New York City
Welcome to the motherfucking album
It's just the intro we getting warmed up
Should I keep going?! Uh

This is Jubelyn's birth from depression
This the human, this earth from obsession
Gave my heart to my Craft, started living for myself
If I live to impress then I'm pressing
Ask any we done brought pain way before we done made him sign us
Motherfuckers been congested
Everytime I've been last that was a lesson
Broken down to the essence, hocus-pocus dimensions
It's the accumulative perfector, been new thinner on the neck up
The foolish you neglect, the true lives in the sex
I'm a mutant in the flesh, border ruthless since in debt
While I'm cooping n the Angles they keep losing for their check
New York, New York fuck what you thought
You ought pay attention when attention rise
Only together and keep walking out the the tender
Call out bear's a friend of mine, homie