lirik lagu underground – inspiration (@xxx #freshman)
(verse 1 — underground)
free the mind
bullet or the bud, first one that i can find
gave up on the grind/pick out the stem and grind
give me peace of mind/instead of peace in the mind
it probably ain’t in the brain
if it is then more disdain/for everyone who has slain
maybe the brain is the pane for the pain
and if we look through the gl-ss we can know we’re sane
opens cold, minnesota/sit back and relax your shoulders
the more you are tense the more you’ll struggle as our scene gets colder
but for now let’s h-t this joint, even there a truth to face
the best rappers get high, i’m moonrocking — eating candy in sp-ce
embarr-ssing even with the metaphor staring us in the face
truth is i don’t long for your embrace
nah, i’m in another stratosphere making greats
y’all in constellations one year and one or two keep the pace
they might go on to be greats/you got an incoming fate
take one more hit ‘n/hold that sh-t in til your head feeling light
as soon as you’re about suffocate, breath out with all might
and as you hold it in listen, these the last words of your life
even the unremarkable star, barely noticed still fades
and 2016 will be the highlight of your wiki page
now breath out, and remember n-gg- — no struggle, no fight
just let the clear plastic bag bring your last goodnight
this is what i see
no id, ironic, that’s how i know it’s me
iconic, a delusion bout what i can be
allusion to the illusion that one day i’m free
um some confusion, am i an mc/
am i blessed to 50 c/or closer to 50 t
you thought i stole this beat from p+c
i loved it when little n-gg- painted houses for free
(now back to what i see)
can’t be the golden’s best
by chance, skipped to my lou,and ended up out west
dropped out before i told the tale of two dres
and too cool to like the good kid’s, maad city ways
but still remember la days on section.80
give me the flowers while i can still smell they great
but don’t confuse as hate/i love the dres from the bay
and the doc straight outta compton inspired all of today/
(verse — st–z)
it’s mother nature and oh there that sh-t go again
it’s father time and guess what? that sh-t gon show again
these n-gg-s getting old again/hangars i ain’t foldin’ in
these n-gg-s get exposed again
your b-tch be coming over just so she can c-m all over ‘gain
know i gotta smoke again/know that i’ll smoke your kin
know that i’ll poke your b-tch then poke her friend
and poke her twin/pinnochio and knows a sin
winter time it’s snow in it/exploding it
it’s starting to be a f-cking show with it
feel out my hand, got the globe in it
tell me why a n-gg- on a roll with it
really n-gg-s out with the pole again/run the poll again
like, been through your hood it’s a shame
357 you right in your place/and i feel right in my place
he got a safe but look he is not safe
that sh-t ironic okay/my b-tch bionic okay
you talk platonic okay/i just put on for the bay
how to get her to go do what i say
this is that usual play
you either [?] or mayday/
man i’m just saying i’m waved up, i’m sauced up/i’m bossed up
you lost/and this sh-t is just cake
and i’m always smoking
so i got the munchies
they gon see vert/i spit a verse
talking automatic, just like [?]
this sh-t automatic, ain’t got to tell her
say they smoking loud but i just don’t smell it
it’s that 47, yeah 47
(verse 3 — underground)
and if it’s too disrespectful blame kendrick he’s inspiration
i dissed him
i ain’t dismiss him/when maad city commit him
no hating
he your motivation/such a good kid how you chasin’
motivation is inspiration/like your gratin’ is my great ends
see your great end is compensation
mine’s in lyrical sensations
respect the hustle no hatin’
that just ain’t the music i’m making’
my sh-t more like b-tterfly flex
dot inspiration
we get it
we spit it
get with it
the yatch flow down the mainstream/the uzi peak it’s vert
we supreme to every being or beam soon laid in dirt
i -ssert/that as i flirt/with greatness on my 1st work
she might promote to under skirt/her face will tell of my worth
ironically you get the belt. say h-llo to chast-ty
your masters they have the key/hope you ejoy the savagery
heard they would try to average me/and i heard your plays, you average b
not from york you just wack to me/lyricism just lacks to me
lyricism like crack to me/microphone fiend real raps to me
slappin’ this sh-t since napster g/bow wow but that was raps to me
this sh-t is like a craft to me/it’s sh-t i’m trying to master see
unt-tiled and unmastered be/the sh-t i’m trying to match one d(aye)/
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