the storm Lyrics

Runner up chopped liver

Lack sight but hang tight

This when the sinner see the silver medals

Free the fight I'm seeking fun and fuck the fundamentals

Intricate on instrumentals

Read illiterate with insight for incedentals

Light headed leg down that foot heavy on the pedal

Hell freezing over that's the day i think i settle

Sermon starting soon don't believe me check the moon

Mask up and say some prayers like we about to meet our mf doom

Listen close and you can hear the bars around my tomb

See the soul could get consumed

That's old shit like cereal and cartoons

Before reciting read the room and do the opposite

Think it looks subversive but social skills are stopping me from dropping it

At least the beats can keep me honest

Cold shoulder meet the hottest

I'm still cooling off the promise