The Source ft. Raynk Lyrics

Off of the porch

Off to the Porsche

Off of the Source

Off none of that

Endorse the light way, right way

Fly high as a kite way, might pay

Sitting in the chamber where my heart stay

An iced out art cave

Pay to play the game like an arcade

Better know the name R A Y N K

Not known, how I kill it

Like a Sun God at midday

Born in the late summer sun

The solid one assigned to solitude

The destination exipiration in the simulation

Situation doom

Preparation, never last to make it

Cap, cannot take it

'Cause only facts I'm chasing

That's true

Throwing off a pack of fools like I'm at the gym

Make it easy on you tools like cotton gin

Bite the hand that feeds

That's a universal sin

Luring in and throw in reverse

Call it bait racing

But nah, we don't play with that

Connected to Source

I don't fade to black, I fade to white

Slay shade the vacant knight

Couldn't fortify my fears

Cauterize my tears

But core to rise, I'm near

Borderline top-tier

Shawty fine on the shoreline

But my mind far, far, way from here

Far out, reel 'em in

Space shot in the ocean

And my vessels just floating

But the Source got me open

I'm hoping (I'm hoping)

Playing with the silly putty

Delve in the water 'til it's plenty muddy

Mark of God and the light above

Yet still I wonder "What's the Source?"

Captain steady with the course learning a

Chop all that

Humanity left us nothing

Devoid from the lack of substance

Tall buildings and it's cumbling

Ancient from the ways of muscle

Brolick and

Fighting this feeling inside, I'm calling my lifeline

Reacting- huh, looking to space and time

This is mine

This is my letter to you

Sealed it and signed it

You feel it? I'm aligned with

Divine and righteous

Run the road

Check the Source Code for the Norse flow

Get high as my horse go

Use the force but I'm not forceful

'Cause I don't force

Yet a fire sign, so my nature of force

You wreckon with me?

I'm flaming the scene

I'm burning the set down, R.I.P

Rest in perfection

Da Vinci drew my skeleton

An actual art piece, even in the grave

'Cause through this odd life

Made a way

Rage and pain set him straight

Shooting off a path catastrophic as a stray

Knowing he wrote it, it must hurt you inside

Barely opening my mouth

Truth is an insecticide

Peasant, pay your tithe

Higher than the highest high

High and hold a Horus Eye

Hold your horses I know a conquest

The Source

The Source

The Source

The Source

The Source

This Source timing, three times

Horus eyeing, you know it

Zion where I am

Zaza out the Mylar

Learnt me to admire the mire

If your life's fye, mine's fyer

Ride slyer in slo-mo

Speed by ya, I uh

Know a conquest worthy of a king

Looking for the source of things

It ain't about shiny rings that hold trophies up

Think about what had banded us, bonded us

Abandonment

Sautered trust in the new age

Ain't a lot of us

Just a few days 'til the prophet come

False prophets out there be weak

New land, standing at the peak

Bloody crown, I wipe off the meek

I'm clearing heads off of all you sheep

And taking souls where they need to be

Awaken folks out of endless sleep

Show 'em the Source ain't what seemed to be

So it's soed, reason I reap

The Source

The Source

The Source

The Source

The Source