Music

Yeah yeah, lord, knowledge

Uh huh, eh , lord, eh

Look, look, huh, look

When I relapse to the tempo

When I take time to make it simple

Till its tenfold and eventful

But the man go with a **** stroll

Like a van Gogh but no vanguard

And a vagabond the imagine. nochalant

Not national(?) with the orchestras(?)

I orchestrated, not penetrated

And I resonated, and you can't debate (it)

But I'm feeling great, I'm in a good space

I got a cold song in my system blasting

And my window down, and my mind flowing

And that Marvin Gaye til' I'm comatose

I might overdose on that stylin'(?) soul

With that simple love that you rather hear

I gotta persevere, I wanna persecute

I, said I do this like its nothing to me

A cooler composer close the curtain

Cursing curving the beat up

Personal peak upon some piece

I plead the people believe

In need of the voice of Etta James

So I can drown out the pain, lord

I need to rest but I got stress on my mind

No longer sleeping

I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes

I play some music all alone

The tone is passing the time

And I hear these stories and the lyrics

The energy is sublime, Lord

I want a magical, mystifying soliloquy

Send me something that's real

If I feel the seal of approval

Boost the truth I'm loose and living

Listening to Frankie Beverly

Amazed the maze(?) I made the flavor

Forsaken this shake(?) is Satan

Won't cave in I came and I claim

That I was exceptional

Paid attention astutely

By soothing(?) smooth as masseuses

I'm ruthless maybe relentless

Lament the lesson they lecture

They lace the lyrics they living

And listen this is by children

That feel alone for an instance(?)

I did I remember playing

So Makavelli melodically

Bother me and the people around me

Don't seem to care at all

I'm in this by myself

With no one to help or assist

I'm convinced to testing these lives

With the music I'm feeling fine

Now in my mind I reminiscence

I miss the bliss that I had

I remember ripping on the plastic

From 2pacalypse now

You couldn't tell me nothing different

Now i'm not putting it down

I finally found the love of my life

And this message is over beats

I beseech the speech and

I sing a song like Sinatra

I'm Johnny Cash

With these stripes on my soldier

The trains are coming

I'm running, huffing

But never stop because I'm dedicated sacrificing

I'm feeling so elated

I need to rest but I got stress on my mind

No longer sleeping

I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes

I play some music all alone

The tone is passing the time

And I hear these stories and the lyrics

The energy is sublime | Lord **first time only**

I want that music that was real so I could feel it for sure

I realized that they don't even make that shit anymore

And I'm just trying to bring it back

To that rap with classic galore

We put some soul inside the sound

So they could feel the allure

Look I'm pushing it to the limit

Peter pan to my pen

I picture the perfect procreation

Appropriation of phrases

I phase the fake with the ****in

A phase I [?]

Play a pun to punish them all

With that interlude 'bout the gun

You know:

Packing the mac in the back of the ave' [x2]

Give them the rub on the lyrical track

I pity the moment 'm bringing them back

I'm lining the mind in a minute a minute

I own it, never tone it, I am alone

In love with the music, I'm putting it first

I've literally been immersed

I need to rest but I got stress on my mind

No longer sleeping

I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes

I play some music all alone

And I hear these stories and the lyrics

The energy is sublime Lord

Eh, Knowledge, *****

Uh huh huh, eh ,eh

"ooh this *****'s going hard [?]"