Heard It From Me

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Terrence Wood

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I'm just living in the moment homie learning on the fly
Leave a trail of art in the sky to be remembered by
Cause the music live forever so that way I never die
You look me up in fifty years I'm right there by your side
The bul say he okay, not the voice of today
But the path I helped to lay, dog I moistened the clay
Stay away from those that's quick to borrow and slow to pay
Watching their candlestick patterns cause they're traders everyday
No loyalty to y'all, that's some of their core flaws
Gotta learn the hard way, not all classes got four walls
That's no surprise, I'm Steve Jobs in the garage
The Apple of your eye, I'm just rappin' on the fly
Improvise, they try to document what I said
Content creators, Go Pros is on their head
Tryna capture the rapture I record on these tracks
They said the Thong Song almost slipped between the cracks
No pun intended, I just understand the urgency
The only Black dude at work searching for diversity
Weird feeling, like Tommy Smith with the raised fist
Gold medal flow, Olympic, hard to appraise this
I'm in my own lane homie, word play is unique
Alotta talk but you ain't heard it from me
I ain't gotta speak about it other people tell you how it'll be
A quiet beast but you ain't heard it from me
If it ain't about my family or my friends, then it ain't concerning me
Move in silence, you ain't heard it from me
Never killed nobody I just murder the beats
Heard'em talk, but you ain't heard it from me
Nah you ain't heard it from me
They be surprised when I tell'em I don't do it for the money
Shed a tear like Cryrese "what more do you want from me?"
Beg your pardon, I'm chillin', writing jams on the lovely
Watching Martin, his old shit, that ain't no damn puppy
If you starting, ain't no stroll in the park made for walking
This a full on attack, I don't do the bluff charging
Tough sergeant, barking orders at the squadron
Burning hot, scalding, don't fall into my cauldron
Y'all talking, from behind a computer
But keep in mind that critique line is always longer than the doer
And I'm a mover, a quiet beast
I get the crowd excited like riot police and make'em lie in the streets
In protest, flow grotesque, it's like a botched face lift
Flow crazy, rappin' with a hospital bracelet
One rhyme'll disassemble your ensemble
Leave you and your mongrels flat on your back horizontal
Fronting like you got the worst bark
But you harmless as a nurse shark
I come through kill it, outside we got the hearse parked
Reality verse art, start before you're ready that's the first part
I'm in my own lane homie, word play is unique
Alotta talk but you ain't heard it from me
I ain't gotta speak about it other people tell you how it'll be
A quiet beast but you ain't heard it from me
If it ain't about my family or my friends, then it ain't concerning me
Move in silence, you ain't heard it from me
Never killed nobody I just murder the beats
Heard'em talk, but you ain't heard it from me
Nah you ain't heard it from me

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