Honestly, chasing autonomy bruh
Stay true to the man no apologies cuz
"Hey, do you copy?" I'm bad with connections just like walkie talkies
And like everybody
I'm bent
Get a little real with the pen
Write about consequence, breaking all promises
Being too toxic and being all talkative
I'm not a threat, use majors no dominants
But did you know?
19 Years old but still feel grown
My skin feels hot but my heart's still cold
Ready to go
Reading up on some Jacques Rosseau
Jean-Jacques or John Locke
David Hume and some Karl Marx
Avant-garde, not a pop star
Found meaning of life in pop tarts
Existentialist like I'm Paul-Sartre
Perfectionist like a meme god
Impressionism into modern art
Not affectionate but I'm goddamn smart
I learned a lot so that's all I'm worth
Put most emotions into a hurse
And I'm engrossed in quotients and kilohertz
"Yo, my flow's explosive until it bursts"
Yeah, flexin', I got a type
Bad with connections so I use skype
Use vocal inflections so I sound tight
Might send you a message, but it'll be UDP
Not TCP no handshakes
Nigga what the f*ck isn't man-made?
The fundamental problem, really,
Is not so much to change consciousness
But to change unconsciousness
In other words, to change the immensely socialized structure
The state within us
Upon which the state relies on 99% of its so-called normality
We police ourselves and we imprison ourselves
Hammer and sickle, that is the symbol
List of the hymnals, mask, and a riddle
Task isn't civil, my man lookin' sinful
In the trap with a pistol, passion, and lentils
Rapping is nimble
Ask me, ask me, how I assemble
The facts be, I could do it with a pencil
X86, hex, crazy rig
1080 pix, flex on yo shit
Rap in a jig, fast when I spit
Killing and ripping it, no cap, this is it
Last to dismiss classes and shit
Anti-vaxxers in the back with some kids
Blast em with wit, not too close, that'd be gross
Don't wanna get sick
Gonna get big, drama insists
Laughing at rappers backing all the weak shit
Baffled at patterns of the harmonies, kid
Blasting at all of the actors
Running and coming right after
All of em
No evasion of equations
Solvin' em
Make em dance with the cadence
Talkin some
And I'm so underrated, ready and elated
"Nigga yeah we made it!'
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Honestly, chasing autonomy bruh
Stay true to the man no apologies cuz
"Hey, do you copy?" I'm bad with connections just like walkie talkies
And like everybody
I'm bent
Get a little real with the pen
Write about consequence, breaking all promises
Being too toxic and being all talkative
I'm not a threat, use majors no dominants
But did you know?
19 Years old but still feel grown
My skin feels hot but my heart's still cold
Ready to go
Reading up on some Jacques Rosseau
Jean-Jacques or John Locke
David Hume and some Karl Marx
Avant-garde, not a pop star
Found meaning of life in pop tarts
Existentialist like I'm Paul-Sartre
Perfectionist like a meme god
Impressionism into modern art
Not affectionate but I'm goddamn smart
I learned a lot so that's all I'm worth
Put most emotions into a hurse
And I'm engrossed in quotients and kilohertz
"Yo, my flow's explosive until it bursts"
Yeah, flexin', I got a type
Bad with connections so I use skype
Use vocal inflections so I sound tight
Might send you a message, but it'll be UDP
Not TCP no handshakes
Nigga what the f*ck isn't man-made?
The fundamental problem, really,
Is not so much to change consciousness
But to change unconsciousness
In other words, to change the immensely socialized structure
The state within us
Upon which the state relies on 99% of its so-called normality
We police ourselves and we imprison ourselves
Hammer and sickle, that is the symbol
List of the hymnals, mask, and a riddle
Task isn't civil, my man lookin' sinful
In the trap with a pistol, passion, and lentils
Rapping is nimble
Ask me, ask me, how I assemble
The facts be, I could do it with a pencil
X86, hex, crazy rig
1080 pix, flex on yo shit
Rap in a jig, fast when I spit
Killing and ripping it, no cap, this is it
Last to dismiss classes and shit
Anti-vaxxers in the back with some kids
Blast em with wit, not too close, that'd be gross
Don't wanna get sick
Gonna get big, drama insists
Laughing at rappers backing all the weak shit
Baffled at patterns of the harmonies, kid
Blasting at all of the actors
Running and coming right after
All of em
No evasion of equations
Solvin' em
Make em dance with the cadence
Talkin some
And I'm so underrated, ready and elated
"Nigga yeah we made it!'
Stay true to the man no apologies cuz
"Hey, do you copy?" I'm bad with connections just like walkie talkies
And like everybody
I'm bent
Get a little real with the pen
Write about consequence, breaking all promises
Being too toxic and being all talkative
I'm not a threat, use majors no dominants
But did you know?
19 Years old but still feel grown
My skin feels hot but my heart's still cold
Ready to go
Reading up on some Jacques Rosseau
Jean-Jacques or John Locke
David Hume and some Karl Marx
Avant-garde, not a pop star
Found meaning of life in pop tarts
Existentialist like I'm Paul-Sartre
Perfectionist like a meme god
Impressionism into modern art
Not affectionate but I'm goddamn smart
I learned a lot so that's all I'm worth
Put most emotions into a hurse
And I'm engrossed in quotients and kilohertz
"Yo, my flow's explosive until it bursts"
Yeah, flexin', I got a type
Bad with connections so I use skype
Use vocal inflections so I sound tight
Might send you a message, but it'll be UDP
Not TCP no handshakes
Nigga what the f*ck isn't man-made?
The fundamental problem, really,
Is not so much to change consciousness
But to change unconsciousness
In other words, to change the immensely socialized structure
The state within us
Upon which the state relies on 99% of its so-called normality
We police ourselves and we imprison ourselves
Hammer and sickle, that is the symbol
List of the hymnals, mask, and a riddle
Task isn't civil, my man lookin' sinful
In the trap with a pistol, passion, and lentils
Rapping is nimble
Ask me, ask me, how I assemble
The facts be, I could do it with a pencil
X86, hex, crazy rig
1080 pix, flex on yo shit
Rap in a jig, fast when I spit
Killing and ripping it, no cap, this is it
Last to dismiss classes and shit
Anti-vaxxers in the back with some kids
Blast em with wit, not too close, that'd be gross
Don't wanna get sick
Gonna get big, drama insists
Laughing at rappers backing all the weak shit
Baffled at patterns of the harmonies, kid
Blasting at all of the actors
Running and coming right after
All of em
No evasion of equations
Solvin' em
Make em dance with the cadence
Talkin some
And I'm so underrated, ready and elated
"Nigga yeah we made it!'
Writer: Jeremiah Agara
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid