Blow Your Mind (feat. Billy Shakes, ThirdGen, Jon Jordan, THESLiMMGRiMM, Truth, Prime, Zip, rose the firebreather & George Marshall)

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We are my lyrical masterminds
This breed will always outlast ya kind
Become a king and come to the throne and at last you'll find
That I am not one to mess with
My rhymes are seriously hectic
And I don't give a shit - septic
Yo, you have been blessed with
A sworded tongue terror
New era, but no cap, huh, no error
Swear ya can't compare a rapper to me
Too dapper ya see, clapping the beat
Like police did to Rodney king in the streets
SHEESH, no, Sheed, cause I shoot it like three
And I'm not afraid to f*ck you up so ref just gimme a T
Or make it an ejection, correction, make it a suspension
Fine or no fine, oh, I forgot to mention
GVO, good vibes and good rhymes just like the tribe
We catching stride, you feel the vibe, but yo, it's time
To get paid to perform, not the other way around, man
F*ck riding the trends, we're making our own sound
Bust through the roof while I'm looking clean
It was '97 when I hit the scene
Didn't give a f*ck, I was looking mean
Can't hear the doctor over momma's screams
Real nigga born outta daddy's seeds
Little homie growing up with big dreams
Got enough lies need to read between
Don't trust niggas, alone I seem
With my own problems, no, I never dodge 'em
Didn't have the money, grind never stopping
Make a plan to become the man
Won't fall a victim, not to Uncle Sam
I'd be Goddamned if I don't make it out
F*ck sleeping on my granny couch
It was time to get it, started punching clocks
Beat a nigga ass if he take my spot
Don't need a glock, had my mind cocked
Chit-Chit-Bang, yo knowledge shot
On the floor, creeping through the door
So much to see, let's go explore
Overtime, pops feeling sore
Mom's afterwork, stopping at the store
Doing me, homework slayin'
Not wasting time trying to play the game
Don't understand, can't comprehend
Talking back every now and then
Pop's taught me never bite the hand
But I said f*ck it, I gotta win
Did shit that'll never fade
Can't talk about it in my dark place
Blue skies they turn to grey
No David Ruffin on a cloudy day
Hold up my nigga, you get that?
Turn the other cheek, they can kiss that
Don't got time for the chit chat
Money on the floor, let's get that
Getting older, just accepting that
I'm a fuckin' menace, can't hide that
Skin is black and I know the truth
Since you're moving on, won't you clear the room?
Oh
F*ck a day job, I found my true position
Cash flow, we making money moves, yeah, it's big decisions
It's Mr. Telephone Man, this is that New Edition
There's nothing on this plate, there is a lack of competition
I'm lane switchin', this confidence is God given
You oughta listen, hang my jersey next to Scottie Pippen's
Yo, what's the difference? F*ck the status you posted
Man, these unsuccessful rappers, they talkin' the most shit
Good Vibes Only, that's the mothafuckiin' slogan
Every last one of my shows, I'mma be openin' and closin'
Walk a steady motion cause my mood is never broken
This head game wild, she gon' need some Ibuprofen, 'cause
(Ay) I'm an adorable negro (Woo) I'm all net with my free throws (Swish)
I've been incognito (Okay) far away from a freak show (Yes sir)
Love all my amigos (Si) big dreams, I achieve those (Bet)
Bros over hoes, we don't ever gamble those like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
Never quit your passion, don't deny what your potential brings
I mean, yeah, I always come correct
My heart up on my sleeve, yeah this S is on my chest
And yeah, this chip is on my shoulder, the crown is on my head
These emotions runnin' deep, but I won't let it get me stressed
And if it wasn't for the music, you'd probably see me dead
I could've closed the book, I found my purpose there instead
The marathon continues you heard just what I said
GVO affiliates, let's go and get this bread, I'm gone
Ridin' around my city, I see coppers and bangers
Growing up, my mama told me never talk to no strangers
Get rich or you die tryin', all these wanna be gangstas
Point the stainless any direction, you gon' end up nameless
Rejection and the pain be the main key to death
Birthed from a toxic seed, be feelin' like nothin' less
You thought that you was feelin' right until you had to take a left
Now you steppin' on they necks, what's really gon' make 'em sweat
Heart cold, gotta cop me a mink, always stay lowkey
Claim you keep them hittas, one blink, they turn him so sweet
Toasted, I be tokin' that stink, higher than nosebleeds
Posted, I be pokin' that pink, I call her slow leaks, huh
Got my soldiers ready, feelin' like the generals
Fingers sticky, residue, she lick me clean, my genitals
I used to try too hard to be perfect
And I've been in my comfort zone now that I'm really workin'
Show no emotions but I feel the most, yuh
Smoking on green, tryna get real toke, yuh
Not on that lean, but I'll rock the boat, yuh
You're in my moat, let's see if y'all can float
I'm waiting four flights down, I'm tryna make my escape
I spit explosive flows, they're dangerous like hitting a vape
I grab my jewels, hold them firm, there's no stopping the tank
I paint the town red, but you know I'm not using paint
Fumes so loud it will make the whole premises faint
You fuckers do not understand, don't get hit in the taint
This is the intro, I'll spit flows just like I'm a sink
I'll take my offerings and offsprings straight to the bank
Allegories of hidden stories with drunk people
Won't get a sequel 'cause most of you niggas really prequels
My name is Prime, I'm a lyrical spitter, flow is lethal
I'm from the Midwest, lines below zero
See I'ma a scrapper with a glass chin, but you not gon' knock me
I got time today nigga, gon' check my creed, black Rocky
You niggas sleep, get groggy
I put passion in my stanza and off my chest
I don't stress, I confess in rhyming couplets
I speak truth to people I feel trust with
I got stabs in my back, I'll show the cuts in it
But I won't cuz this shirt is nice, nigga I'm in a fit
Unironically, I wanna spit like Jay-Z
Pay me ten mill, I probably wouldn't spit like me
Until I'm couple bill' up with my hair all free
Telling football billionaires, nigga you need me
Uh
Going over past woes and back blows and straight up stuntin'
This just the intro, my nigga, so just keep this runnin'
This just the intro my nigga, so just keep this runnin'
Let my fortunes lead to fortune, I ain't ever losing faith
Hustle, hustle, lose some weight
I muscle, muscle, beat a case
I ain't stopping 'til it's x's going down my checklist
And a nigga eating up all the short rib for breakfast
Matter fact, I'm T. Rex, nah, f*ck that, I'm T-Mac
Seven figures ballin', I'm on it, I needs that
Send a Uber for the weed, yeah nigga, a speed pack
Might throw a sweet pass like I'm, uhh, Steve Nash
If my shine darken yo' shade, you needs to relax
Came here to relapse
Not for your fuckin' feedback
No, I don't really need that
Yesterday's high regards
Today, it's go f*ck yourself
Tomorrow it'll be something else
It don't mean nothing at all
So f*ck 'em, we ball
She always free to come fall
That's why I'm duckin her calls, huh
Dunkin my balls, huh
She needin' closure
I be like, no sir
Don't you get any closer
Tryna find home in the static, it leaves some homeostasis
Quicksand drowning through desserts, orchestrate my oasis
I been paces ahead since the race began
Harry fucking Potter with the golden snitch in hand, I'm
Learning my lesson the wrong way
Road wasn't narrow, we stood straight
Searching for love in the wrong place
And it's still great, with a full plate
Still straight, gone off the charts at a wild rate
Bar's getting heavy, they're overweight
BMI heavy, gotta list a freight, flying out of state
Already on one, two, three, four, gotta get more
Come from days hitting licks at the corner store
Now we need an ounce, we just order more
F*ck a wristband, I'm a wrist watch
Why dontchu hopscotch, another notch
Like a bomb pop on the shot clock
Got a new glock, call it peacock
Leaves on deck, got a backstop
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