A man haunted by a vision of hell on earth
A searing social critic, Mr. Huxley, 27 years ago, wrote Brave New World
Today, Mr. Huxley says that his fictional world of horror is probably just around the corner
Look, look, don't be Russian to assumptions
Yugoslavian, back hurting from the weight of my pen
Wait, I've been doing this my whole life, feel like the weight of a bobby pin
New wave on the way, I'm who they need to conduct
Precision hearing, heard a quack, so I knew that he duck
They be black and yellow, don't play the game right, end up as a misdemeanor
But for real, a new version of Derek Jeter
Known but managed to be offbeat on the same line
Easy since an infant, I could do it on a FaceTime
Taking shots out of glass and online, y'all need new artillery
Pen pistol whipped dudes away since the early ages
Visit the infantry
Doing this shit like there was no ending
All y'all pussies be pretending
Going hard, boutta be at a 25 fashion week
Rocking some Goyard, and some Mason Margellas
By the way, I'm rhyming, I can tell y'all getting jealous
Tell this to your grandpa
My shit is as beautiful as a f*cking Basquiat
Listen to this shit like this is all you got
Grew up in a broken home, no dad being left alone
Feeling like I'm trapped up in a glass dome
Being a church, admiring the art
Respect everything and everyone, that's what I was taught
This shit I'm rapping, it deserves a spot on the top 100 billboards
Need a big house and about 15 awards
These beats are the shit I adore
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A man haunted by a vision of hell on earth
A searing social critic, Mr. Huxley, 27 years ago, wrote Brave New World
Today, Mr. Huxley says that his fictional world of horror is probably just around the corner
Look, look, don't be Russian to assumptions
Yugoslavian, back hurting from the weight of my pen
Wait, I've been doing this my whole life, feel like the weight of a bobby pin
New wave on the way, I'm who they need to conduct
Precision hearing, heard a quack, so I knew that he duck
They be black and yellow, don't play the game right, end up as a misdemeanor
But for real, a new version of Derek Jeter
Known but managed to be offbeat on the same line
Easy since an infant, I could do it on a FaceTime
Taking shots out of glass and online, y'all need new artillery
Pen pistol whipped dudes away since the early ages
Visit the infantry
Doing this shit like there was no ending
All y'all pussies be pretending
Going hard, boutta be at a 25 fashion week
Rocking some Goyard, and some Mason Margellas
By the way, I'm rhyming, I can tell y'all getting jealous
Tell this to your grandpa
My shit is as beautiful as a f*cking Basquiat
Listen to this shit like this is all you got
Grew up in a broken home, no dad being left alone
Feeling like I'm trapped up in a glass dome
Being a church, admiring the art
Respect everything and everyone, that's what I was taught
This shit I'm rapping, it deserves a spot on the top 100 billboards
Need a big house and about 15 awards
These beats are the shit I adore
A searing social critic, Mr. Huxley, 27 years ago, wrote Brave New World
Today, Mr. Huxley says that his fictional world of horror is probably just around the corner
Look, look, don't be Russian to assumptions
Yugoslavian, back hurting from the weight of my pen
Wait, I've been doing this my whole life, feel like the weight of a bobby pin
New wave on the way, I'm who they need to conduct
Precision hearing, heard a quack, so I knew that he duck
They be black and yellow, don't play the game right, end up as a misdemeanor
But for real, a new version of Derek Jeter
Known but managed to be offbeat on the same line
Easy since an infant, I could do it on a FaceTime
Taking shots out of glass and online, y'all need new artillery
Pen pistol whipped dudes away since the early ages
Visit the infantry
Doing this shit like there was no ending
All y'all pussies be pretending
Going hard, boutta be at a 25 fashion week
Rocking some Goyard, and some Mason Margellas
By the way, I'm rhyming, I can tell y'all getting jealous
Tell this to your grandpa
My shit is as beautiful as a f*cking Basquiat
Listen to this shit like this is all you got
Grew up in a broken home, no dad being left alone
Feeling like I'm trapped up in a glass dome
Being a church, admiring the art
Respect everything and everyone, that's what I was taught
This shit I'm rapping, it deserves a spot on the top 100 billboards
Need a big house and about 15 awards
These beats are the shit I adore
Writer: Jonathan Dorn, Frederick Rigsby
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid