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I come from an era of sick piru's and fly dudes
While I'm posted up writing hi-kus
My whole life I've been expected just to pay dues
Clueless state of mind just roamin tryin' to make some moves
(They'll say that I'm the one who)
But F*ck it I'm a drugged out poet
I take a pill or two so I can retain focus
It's solo therapy so I roll me a plant of lotus
And burn slow enough to show you all what low is
Never one to be hiding all my shit so I done shown it
Whether it's on my sleeve or through subliminal moments
I combine my state of mind through my rhymes the shits potent
Been standing on my 10 toes so long that my feet are numb
React to only what I feel including beaten drums
I know too many outside folks who wanna be with us
Say Beetlejuice three times promise you won't need the drugs
Uh
See homie I am not that one
I be the illest one underneath that sun
But yo trust me homie I am not that one ugh
(They'll say that I'm the one who)
See homie I am not that one
I be the illest one underneath that sun
But yo trust me homie I am not that one ugh
And they ain't know until they f*cked around and found out
The kids who broke windows and graffitied on the town house
Now carry Nick plated cannons finna Wild out
With extra ACP's inside the Louis Vuitton pouch
(They'll say that I'm the one)
Not to be f*cked with my mind wasn't always this corrupted
Used to hope for Kindred Spirits to share my love with
But cruelty my inner pain feeling like I'm drug sick
That's when the God's child became the devils advocate
No longer the friendly face boy you went to chapel with
Cuz nowadays he ain't what you call a passivist
Probably be the only person left after the rapture hit
(They'll say that I'm the one)
Who
Is all the the roles of my environment personified
Stonie run your pockets tell the cops you got demonetized
The illest one under the sun I'm that kinda guy
And they ain't know until they f*cked around and found out
See homie I am not that one
I be the illest one underneath that sun
But yo trust me homie I am not that one ugh
(The Mecha)
See homie I am not that one
I be the illest one underneath that sun
But yo trust me homie I am not that one ugh
The soul I've lost It's surprising I have reflection left
My heart could prolly only pump due to all of my secrets left
Mistakes I have to go and live with it
Defeated by my spirit I hardly can even speak on it
(They'll say that I'm the one who)
I've dreamed of death for song long it's like I sleep with it
The day I know I changed is when I finally feared again
Caring about my casket and all them shed tears again
You play homie but half of y'all don't know me
I'm really something different draped up in civilian clothing
Devoting my whole life to what you would consider golden
How many disciples I need for y'all to notice omens
Chasing flashing lights got me out with my mouth foaming
No showing my events while roaming like It's fear and loathing
I am not the one you think or who you wanna be
I've been searching for self since I was a motherf*cking seed
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I come from an era of sick piru's and fly dudes
While I'm posted up writing hi-kus
My whole life I've been expected just to pay dues
Clueless state of mind just roamin tryin' to make some moves
(They'll say that I'm the one who)
But F*ck it I'm a drugged out poet
I take a pill or two so I can retain focus
It's solo therapy so I roll me a plant of lotus
And burn slow enough to show you all what low is
Never one to be hiding all my shit so I done shown it
Whether it's on my sleeve or through subliminal moments
I combine my state of mind through my rhymes the shits potent
Been standing on my 10 toes so long that my feet are numb
React to only what I feel including beaten drums
I know too many outside folks who wanna be with us
Say Beetlejuice three times promise you won't need the drugs
Uh
See homie I am not that one
I be the illest one underneath that sun
But yo trust me homie I am not that one ugh
(They'll say that I'm the one who)
See homie I am not that one
I be the illest one underneath that sun
But yo trust me homie I am not that one ugh
And they ain't know until they f*cked around and found out
The kids who broke windows and graffitied on the town house
Now carry Nick plated cannons finna Wild out
With extra ACP's inside the Louis Vuitton pouch
(They'll say that I'm the one)
Not to be f*cked with my mind wasn't always this corrupted
Used to hope for Kindred Spirits to share my love with
But cruelty my inner pain feeling like I'm drug sick
That's when the God's child became the devils advocate
No longer the friendly face boy you went to chapel with
Cuz nowadays he ain't what you call a passivist
Probably be the only person left after the rapture hit
(They'll say that I'm the one)
Who
Is all the the roles of my environment personified
Stonie run your pockets tell the cops you got demonetized
The illest one under the sun I'm that kinda guy
And they ain't know until they f*cked around and found out
See homie I am not that one
I be the illest one underneath that sun
But yo trust me homie I am not that one ugh
(The Mecha)
See homie I am not that one
I be the illest one underneath that sun
But yo trust me homie I am not that one ugh
The soul I've lost It's surprising I have reflection left
My heart could prolly only pump due to all of my secrets left
Mistakes I have to go and live with it
Defeated by my spirit I hardly can even speak on it
(They'll say that I'm the one who)
I've dreamed of death for song long it's like I sleep with it
The day I know I changed is when I finally feared again
Caring about my casket and all them shed tears again
You play homie but half of y'all don't know me
I'm really something different draped up in civilian clothing
Devoting my whole life to what you would consider golden
How many disciples I need for y'all to notice omens
Chasing flashing lights got me out with my mouth foaming
No showing my events while roaming like It's fear and loathing
I am not the one you think or who you wanna be
I've been searching for self since I was a motherf*cking seed
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Writer: BOB MENACHO, JAIRO EDGARDO VARGAS
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