Too Much Thought Lyrics

Bringin' back the past like a track skipped

Rewrind, run it back and then imagine

Stay calm, but I dug my own casket

Now my flow seem COVID-contagiously spit

Think I'm comedic, but this ain't no bit

Reviving a version I tried to forget

New me was too busy ridin' the fence

On what sounded good and what made any sense

Fuck that, became my demise

Put too much thought into all of my lines

Came down with writers block, basically blind

Songs began sufferin', shorter than vine

Now is the time for reviving the old

MoKoN with no hold, let the story be told

Persona buried and left in the cold

No longer forgotten, he's back in the fold

These days seem easy for these rappers

Claimin' hick-hop

Gain a massive followin' through vine

Without a track dropped

Tick-tock, forget the clock

No time frame, livin' out our thoughts

Here in the sticks, it is common sense

If you livin' that life, best not to talk

First up, on the agenda

For me to devour, these cowards

that empower selfishly, constantly shower

Their fans with encounters they never been found in

News flash, moonshiner smokin

Loud gas, blue flame burner

Copper coil drippin' clear cash

You think I'm aimin' for you

Then you better believe that it's probably true

Artists these days like to beef with each other

And REP where they from while involving their crew

Now that was last year's shit

And what you're about to hear

Is what I just wrote

Come on

That was the redo but written last year

Next I will be spittin' somethin' fresh for ears

Makin' it clear I'm the one who they fear

When I come a-knockin', you best get in gear

Year after year, steady honin' my skills

The game I've killed already roamin' until

Back to the future, confusin' the field

Cause back in the day, my music was revealed

NAPSTER

Spilled INK, drippin' wet

From all my poetry

Still think I'm not a threat

Then y'all don't know me

Your favorite rapper comin' up

Bet that bitch knows me

Fact of the matter, before they blew

I was one of the only

Underground rapper comin' after

Marshall Mathers in the booth before Jelly Roll Blew

Comin' from ASTOR, where drywall N plaster

Is powdery, packaged for personal use

Of course you're confused like a fork in some soup

What the fuck would you do if you stepped in my shoes

The life that I've lived most likely isn't for you

So watch where you tread while I'm seekin' the truth

First up on the agenda

For me to devour these cowards

That empower, selfishly, constantly shower

Their fans in encounters they've never been found in

Newsflash, moonshiner

Smokin' loud gas

Blue flame burner, copper coil

Drippin' clear cash

I'm clearly a menace, punchline bring a dentist

Entire existence devoted musician

Divine intervention, it's like an addiction

With metronomes tickin' while on the mic spittin

From end to beginning, envisioning winning

An L is a silly thing, covering feelings

Unusual, actual cruelty, foolin' me? NOT!

Rap God!