NFR Cyphers, Pt. 2 (feat. Mic Swiff & Stoneburgh)

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My brain's sick like I'm meddling with bath salts
Wild man fuckin' had it with these bad thoughts.
Like, oh shit, he's spittin' again
We had enough of his shit, so lock him up in the pen
And follow up with the meds, that'd be some sick shit, nah
Just a product of your own self-doubt am I wrong?
Kick rocks with that whack shit
Feelin' savage, gon' bat shit, now your face splattered on the curb
Goddamn, what a mess, better call up the cleaners. Yup, once a felony, but now a misdemeanour
Listen, you hear the way that snare slap? Beautiful.
That shit, you wanna play back, feel that shit.
In your bones, let the rhythm flow, gonna make the world know what the f*ck we got.
This is no filter north shit, takin' your spot
Man, even your girl knows that that shit is hot, yo
The world's too fuckin' dumb to make any sense, havin too much fun could leave you broken, painful laziness.
I know because I'm the one still payin' for it f*ck.
Through my life I always tried to ride with the fly version,
but ended up lookin' dumber than a guy tryin' to high-five a blind person
The f*ck am I learnin'? Lookin' to the sky for some answers got my eyes burnin'
Shit, them waters got the tides turnin'
Maintain a code without a guide in a misdirected nervous system
No forgiveness, so get religion. Depression viscous and many symptoms
But invisible to the optic vision and anyone who doesn't like to get personal
About their issues, no explanation needed.
I swear to God, most of the time I'm on autopilot
Movin' through this world in total silence witness brutal violence, you want some fuckin' beef?
You best go on a diet, get thrown to the wolves and come back leadin' the whole pack.
Your life is your own to uphold, so adapt, live facts
Move your soul like Gastro, I show perseverance Without the flash, stay abstract like Picasso
I spit bullet holes through windows, I'm full of flows
Run shit like a pinto, so I stay conflicted But movin' through like motion sickness
Snake rapper, stay constricted
Free your mind, everybody's trapped in the gutter, son
F*ck you gon' do when you losin' your mother, son
Pops is takin' off or hauled the f*ck off to jail.
There's still a slim spark of hope and you gotta prevail.
You see, life's a little ruthless
They either trap us, people up in systems or it's like they fuckin' line us up and shoot us
I'ma go out with a bang and that's for certain.
I'm no clueless, little worthless peasant, punk and neither are you kid,
but they gon' truly try and trap us all and that's new shit no excuses motherfucker evolve.
Will not lose it, it's my vision and my mind and my soul.
You couldn't do it, never steal that shit and make the shit yours.
Minds somethin', you can't borrow and vision helps you attain your goals.
Seein' is believin', even when I can't see, I'm fuckin' movin' through the evening though my soul,
helps me take a float and know it, they don't show this shit to most kids don't approach me with that bullshit. Fuckin' explosive.
Young poet tryna maintain my soul, but it's been fucked up out here if y'all don't notice.
Just a young soul tryna maintain with poems.
Fucked up and it's been all along, but you best believe these tracks hittin' home
Yeah, you best believe the cipher game strong, yeah, you best believe the last name's Stones,
but if you said it was, you might be wrong.
Yeah, we killed this whole shit, bitch, we gone
Yeah, we gone, yeah, we gone, yeah, we gone
Yeah, we gone, yeah, we gone, yeah, we gone

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