Chaos Disassembled Lyrics

Haven't made enemies yet, guess I've been living too far from the edge

Not that I want to make enemies, don't get ahead of me, but I want a little respect

I make a grime beat using folk licks 'cause I wanna be the one to mix them styles

And you can find me in my own mix 'cause I wanna be the one to blow

Making record after record in the nest

Recollecting all the times I thought I was rhyming at my best

And the crazy thoughts you get when you're up smoking, up drinking all night

Fifteen-pack of Old Mil?

Ha ha, alright

I hope in the streets and in the press, everyone's talkin' 'bout me

'Cause in this industry I wanna be the Pres, and I ain't talkin' 'bout T

Influences coming out of my keister and left, right, and center

Believe me, I ain't lying

Didn't wanna have to choose between two genres

Joke song, folk song, I decided that I would make both songs

Make sure they turn into dope songs, or I won't release 'em at all

I picked apart my life, I realized music was the be-all-end-all

'Cause my life's a shit-show, it's chaos disassembled

I picked it apart piece by piece, where music is art and I can believe

I can do what I want and never compete, except with myself; my art is for me

This one's not about guns, this one's not about thugs

This one's not about funds, this one's not about drugs

It's all about fun

Tryna get out of my comfort zone, having the fun until fun gets old

And my thoughts switch up so I flip-flop into hip hop

Any music I will undergo

Except maybe country, really not a fan

However that old shit legit fuckin' slaps

Not that I'm tryna put down a genre, just being honest

I got opinions, just like all of us

And everyone's entitled to their own

I realize folks won't like this song or that fact I rap

But the fact its that I grew up on this shit. It's the bones in my back

And I know that I'm no Lamont Coleman; my flow's whack

But I know rappin' and makin' these beats will give me the outlet I need

I wanna challenge my talents, challenge my ego

Handle the fact I'll be challenged my people

Handle the fact I'll be judged

Handle the fact that I wanna be see-through

Knowing well right not everyone likes me

Knowing well right not everyone needs to

Knowing well right the journey will end but the story begins with a song