THE OPTIMIST (feat. Dominick Giovanni & Mantangi)

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B. I. Z.

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I heard most of you all try confine me in a box mane
Swing for fences, word to wally at the sox game
I'm a monster, sipping bourbon got the lobster at The Optimist
I'm feelin optimistic bout my endeavors I'm something like an arsonist
I'm often in flames, all for the game, no we ain't walking the same
Check the skill gap, we talkin real rap, they at the bottom of the ladder
Lacking brain matter, stagnant, I'm the main factor
Wear the brake pads down, who you chasing after?
Wanna shake hands? wow you a great actor
Tryna make bands? How? You a trash rapper
In the waste lands bottom of the barrel scrapper, For real
Conceal carrying my pen like I tote the steel
Hold still cuz my rhymes loaded aim to kill
Tryna make it happen rapping just the pay the bills
Or a make mil I will, huh
You see, it started back in middle school
I riddled fools with a bit of jewels, rhythmic fuel to ridicule
If they miniscule, spitting a stool, the kid infused with a monster, split them in two
Explicit views I admit abuse
Couldn't conquer unwritten rules my division knew
How I bomb when you lit a fuse it was critical
My conditions a violinist couldn't tell a sadder story the allegory to dimness
Why I shine within this category to break from strife and
Berate a mic inflammatory the way I'm lighting
Don't stay in striking distance, hating, you may invite him
To your lay your life in faded silence and take ya mic stand, yeah
Bogart it flipping this whole hearted
No squadron could hold us back if we both start it
The smoke parted remaining it's Dom and B.I.Z gaining prominence
Blazing the lane of an optimist, yeah
Shotgun houses and cemeteries
The streets of Mississippi where so many dreams are buried
The devil's in the street seeking futures to devour
The only flowers seen are on the obituary
How can you stay optimistic when you're only option is pitching rocks or prison I envision better days
Delusional, I stopped to listen to stories from block veterans
Now it's difficult for me to do business as usual
So I spit it with a forklift picking up heavy heads
Telling corpses not to forfeit, speaking life to the dead
The ink of optimists endures fires and flood, so they respect the skillset but they admire the love
And BIZ is to help them Escape From Reality, no fallacies in my ballads, poetic grids of hope
For these kids who feel invisible, but here's my final quote
Don't lose your faith in the pit and one day you'll be in the palace
THE OPTIMIST

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