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Foreword

 

Foreword

(álbum: All Praise Is Due - 2020)


Yes, lawd!
Knowledge, nigga...

Ay you can call me what want but never call me finished nigga
I'm just getting started with my shit, this the beginning
I'm in this til there's nothing left inside of me to give
The well has run dry, my spirit's been torn by personal criticisms
"Nigga don't write like that, nigga that shit sound wack
You used to take your time with everything, what happened to you?
It's like you lost your passion and now you just past your prime"
I'm writing rhymes to ease my mind but half the time I'm lost
The cost of constant dedication
The price of paying for patience is painstakingly taking it's toll
It's outta control now
You feeling the way that I'm rapping attacking the beat and I'm wanting to slow down
I'm giving you all that I got and I wanted to find some peace
The way that the flows been given compare it to immaculacies
Your favourite rapper spits a verse full of inaccuracies
I do believe in truth and all that, like karma 'bout to call back
So reaping what you sow's what I call that
No fallback plan, my future straight, I know that God got me
Need to be better than what I am now, never accept a handout
Doubt's a feminine trait, I'm a man so I act accordingly
Like Lee Corso I call the plays and analyze the game
I elevate the perspective, it gives me vision when they go blind
But never forget that I murder this shit and I been ahead of my time
The dopest of niggas that step in the booth and I end this shit with my mind
Alright, no stopping like obviously I'm on that but my God, I'm honest
My conscience says don't do that
I see this shit like Asian rappers, ain't no chink in my armor
'Bout to drop the bomb then flex and harmonize with Imhotep
We giving food for thought, I'm serving delectable intellect
Don't interject unless you 'bout to tell me some enlightening shit
The wisest words I ever heard but truth be told my partner said 'em
We said fuck the fame boy 'cause it's fleeting
Just know it's all love nigga, I got you if you need me

I said life seems so slow
Moving at the pace that I know
I said life seems so slow
Moving at the pace that I know
No pace but my own
Yeah
The pace that I know
No place to call home

hecho

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