Torch Ablaze ft. Meta4us Lyrics

This for my grandparents

Who probably never understand the music that I make that make you stop, drop and rholl

To my mom who I can't have a conversation with about work without me gettin' mad

I'm workin' on it yo

To my father who'll never tell me about the disappointments and the struggles that this country has alwayz put him through

Uncle Nick who's only hope is his sons while he runs from a past that haunts and stuck a bullet through him

But they pray for you

(Mayhem and Conquer!)

(Yo Marvs let's get it!)

When it feel like nobody tryin' around you

Like the art itself is dyin' around you, ahem

This the moment that the hero will come back

And if you focus in the mirror you could see yourself as that

Come on, look

I got the juice, I got the moves homie, yee

I got my boo, she keep it true homie, mhmm

I got the heart, I keep the fire homie

CD's the reasons I acquired it homie:

Family car trips to San Fran'

Backseat, we would jam music from the island

The foreign language I can't understand

But I sang and felt the verses

High notes I land back to Earth

First lesson learned as a writer:

It ain't all about big words and codes to decipher

I carry the values in our music and burn the mic when you turn it cold in the cypher

You freezin'

I got my fist clenched, spirits high

(You are tuned with the next one up)

(And they ain't wanna pass the torch so I lit one up)

I got my fist clenched, spirits high

(You are tuned with the next one up)

(And they ain't wanna pass the torch so I lit one up)

A hundred MPH's on 'em

"A hundred" stays the motto, hundred ways to make an artist

But only path I follow is the one where artists are starvin', cause it ain't bread they chasin'

It's one of the honest and hardest around these rappers chasin' chains, rings and rain of the monetary type

Pain, gain then pain again, I'm of the daring type

'Cause I to choose to free my soul while these rappers all in line at Lucifer's door

For your soul he promise shine

I refuse to fall in line, become a clone to all you guys

Brother told me truth'll shine, genre move with time

Led by leaders of change, respond to seasonal change

By givin' seasonin' aimed at blanded piece of the same pie you feed to the lames who pay to see you in shame

Make 'em feel you the same, stomp their feet on your name

I'll have u feelin' my pain to show we bleedin' the same

And I'm feedin' the flames my brother keep in his name

I got my fist clenched, spirits high

You are tuned with the next one up (Daniel Kim, baisa gem)

My little brother passed the torch so we lit his up (Daniel Kim, baisa gem)

Come on

I got my fist clenched, spirits high

You are tuned with the next one up (Daniel Kim, baisa gem)

My little brother passed the torch so we lit his up (Daniel Kim, baisa gem)

You think my family traveled across the world to settle on settled land so I could settle in life homie?

You think I'm 'bout to monkey see and monkey do?

Fall for all the traps that evil prep in our sight homie?

You think the fact that you don't see your time as valuable now I gotta stoop down to you?

To that kind of thinkin' homie?

You think I don't come from the bloodlines fighting against the risin' floodlines?

Keep the neighborhood from sinkin' homie?

Think again

Reach heights with the ink in the pen

Soon to be one of the greatest artists of Filipino descent

Rewind go listen to that again, yeah

War torn anxiety my anatomy

Swattin' 'em back you just a gnat to me

Still listenin' to OPM hits

Got me feelin' more addicted than 'em opium hits, ah!

I got my fist clenched, spirits high

This for my little brother Daniel Kim

Who's dream it was to see the world with less anger amongst brethren

For my father Sung Soo, who taught me life is like a constant battle

A constant war within yourself, word to Sun Tzu

For my grandfather, my nuna, my dongseng, my homies under the ground but high in spirit, reachin' higher limits

For my family livin, for the ones who isn't

I'm goin harder than ever reppin' the Kims who did it

Ay yo what's good Carl Angelo?

I know you better by "Zuko" but damn it we out here workin'

From one family man to another, let's get it

Let's grind, and carry our torches for our loved ones livin' or dead