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iAmJakeHill

Flexorcist

 

Flexorcist

(album: Better Off Dead II - 2018)


[Josh A:]
Lemme flex
Lemme snap
Lemme press, Yuh
No stretch, only facts in my steps, uh
Everybody wanna be a damn flexorcist
Everybody really

Yeah, Who would have thought my venting would turn to a bizz
Who would have thought the loudest one was a quiet kid
Who would have thought my album would help people live
So why the fuck do all these people care about a list
Music is my therapy
So please to not compare to me
Your Hip-Hop brackets
Do not register a care to me
I do this for myself and all the kids who need guidance
Had too many dark thoughts
I get them out by the writing
Came up with suicidal thoughts For all the people in hiding
The ones afraid to speak up
The ones who think about dying
I swear this shit is so ingrained
Every facet of my brain
Man I outcast myself
I like to go against the grain
I'd rather be this underrated than not being myself
Don't need your pity
Don't need stacks
Don't need that double XL
All these raps
All these tracks
Studio like a cell
So shove your stacks up your ass, bitch I'll see you in hell, uh

Lemme flex
Lemme snap
Lemme press, Yuh
No stretch, only facts in my steps, uh
Everybody wanna be a damn flexorcist
Everybody really seem to wanna talk that shit
Lemme flex
Lemme snap
Lemme press, Yuh
No stretch, only facts in my steps, uh
Everybody wanna be a damn flexorcist
Everybody really seem to wanna talk that shit

[Jake Hill:]
Yeah
Tryna break some records like I'm Post Malone
I Fall Apart sometimes
But fuck it, lemme get back in the zone
I elevate the motivation with revelations that death is waiting
No surprises though obvious as the bed I lay in
Trek on like Denzel
Like in the Book of Eli
I steps up to the mic with a vision
Just look in these eyes
Don't speak lies
I realize
That not everybody's equal
Some people praise you
Others try to hurt you ,Good and Evil
Keep the peace never physical
Only murder syllables
Unless you fuck with the family, then you be leaving miserable
I'm talking body bags
Dangerous like heart attacks
Keep the fucking party out my face
Cause I ain't part of that
Introverted
Record the vox and then convert it
No need to send it over do it on my own I'm certain
That all this work
And the sacrifices I made are worth it
Underground and under-rated, soon I'll break the surface

[Josh A:]
Lemme flex
Lemme snap
Lemme press, Yuh
No stretch, only facts in my steps, uh
Everybody wanna be a damn flexorcist
Everybody really seem to wanna talk that shit
Lemme flex
Lemme snap
Lemme press, Yuh
No stretch, only facts in my steps, uh
Everybody wanna be a damn flexorcist
Everybody really seem to wanna talk that shit

done

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