PERFECT Lyrics

Buckle up Kids!

It's gonna be a bumpy ride

Let's tell a story of one of my kind

About a lil boy who was learning to rhyme

Painting these pictures but between the lines

Out jumps a poet whose entering his prime

It's like giving an old car a new shine

Thomas to TOMIs like Water to Wine

Standing on shoulders he reaches the sky

lets take a look at how far he can climb

A captive who lives trapped in his own mind

Who combats with his own lacking of time

Made nervous by his purpose

He decides to rehearse this then disperses

What he finds

You are listening to the anthem of creation

No goals, no rules, with lack of hesitation

Finally broke free from my old occupation

TOMIs coming up from his emancipation

No - one hit wonder, I wonder

Three tracks total, I still will not go under

Bedrock foundation cannot be sundered

I'm a bolt of lightning before it has thundered

Quick like,

Meghan Fox when she's uncovered

Keep that worm in your pants, you lovebird!

Fore-shame was the word that God uttered

Its like you boys were raised without mothers

Tell me what has happened to compassion

Cause now that I'm rapping, I imagine

If a girl with a passion met Aladdin

Left her feeling kind of saddened

Towards the backend

I'd be losing my mind

Finding these four walls with nothing but time

Changing the world with nothing but rhyme

Labels pick up garbage but leave me behind

Why am I searching with nothing to find?

What is my purpose and who is behind

Scrolling is endless when you are online

Blood lust sent to me from the divine

Love lust but sooner or later I'll find

I am a captive

Who lives trapped in his own mind

Who combats with his own lacking of time

I'm a wordsmith who finds purpose

Deep inside what emerges from the curses I that I hide

Let me be the first to say that no ones perfect

Practice what you preach or you don't deserve it

Take a leap of faith into what makes you nervous

Those are the people I choose to converse with

The most underrated and unappreciated

Of those who tell themselves that they are all elated

Out of all the legends that are soon to be outdated

Flow like chocolate but Em and him are not related

I could eat ten G.O.A.T's and not be satiated

Go up in pen smoke then I'll be celebrated

But make the wrong joke and I'll go down as hated

I'm on the edge of this blade watching figure skating

That it'll be worth it

To be of service

When practice makes perfect

I will deserve this

Flows turn to flourish

Rhymes that will nourish

The kids that have heard this

Over and over again

The mightiest sword is weak to the pen

Been listening to hip hop before I was ten

I need a doctor it seeped to my skin

I've been painting these pictures

SO where have you been?