Master My Craft (feat. Prozach)
Generation Z
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What kind of hell am I a slave to I guess time will tell Won't infiltrate my mind i know your afraid to Walls go up like shut the f*ck up f*ck you My style got a motive ha Leave u blind or is it me who can't see my own shine Gets pissed when he feels misunderstood Notice it own your shit for your own good A gold soul theory leaves you hate less Look within Don't give a f*ck if your going for your doctorate Or you're fourth beat tape If it's your road drive it chase it I'll reiterate take it and be shameless Me I'm gonna focus On the creativity that fuels me I feel alone and distant Even though I was given the most from above Bipolar Voting but still saying f*ck the gov Man this mic fits like a glove Call my bluff and I'll advance a level up Sup, have yourself a xannie pop Had a long talk with god, I lost my pup Heart got shot Run to the outlet Killing this beat because I felt like it Also don't know any other way to release This energy waiting patiently But every moment leaves time dwindling Got the tingling with no acid tablets Where did all these holograms come from Provisions in symbols Precision with missiles Boom goes the village What kind of hell am I a slave to Mothafuckas we don't know what the f*ck to do Grunt and move past, like f*ck you too 1000 time stronger from my past, Like I got shits to do What kind of hell am I slave too Won't be pushing 60 with regrets Saying why'd I get stuck here Slapping ink on the time card out of fear And be bitter and emotionless Let me be clear here on my own death I'll keep free ears and keep Expanding my consciousness Revamping my stat list No cap bitch when I say I'm made to rap this No planning no expectations you hear it a lot But elevation unlocks you from the basement Case in point how u thinking after facing a joint Travel space then reverse aging Bitch I won't be pushing 60 with regrets Saying why'd I get Stuck here Slapping ink on the time card out of fear And be bitter and emotionless Let me be clear here on my own death I'll keep free ears and keep Expanding my consciousness Mood be aimless like after crushing a strip Now I float like lighting a spliff To ease the sensations Want to stay grounded But I can struggle with moderation Racist nation conversation 1776 commission to white out the slaves What kind of hell am I a slave to Mothafuckas we don't know what the hell to do Grunt and move past, like f*ck you too 1000 time stronger from my past, Like I got shits to do What kind of hell am I slave too A slave to 2 negative sides pulling my mind Most are blind what really what is known by I Am an optimist But still a slave to both sides Of negativity My bars make me a hypnotist But was is fact really OP my shit cant decline with it Trust love attracted by honesty Most are blind what really what is known by I Am an optimist But still a slave to both sides Of negativity My bars make me a hypnotist But was is fact really OP my shit cant decline with it
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