Ennio Morricone Lyrics

Yeah, let's just uh, write the journal

N'say what needs to be said, yeah

Can't admire what is off limits

Insides burning from the fire I have not spit in months, hidden

Every time I'm down in dumps, I've had to dump writtens onto different rhythms

Every nigga in this feel that whiplash like I'm J.K. Simmons

I've had many days where all I focused on was winning, I played many innings

I've had many women

Got to the point where every time I touched linen, I would trust less in 'em

I'd imagine like Lennon and just live for the day

Fornicate and throw the (thought/thot) away

I'm still not proud of that path I was starting to pave

I changed- and still put heart and soul to top to the bottom of page

This generation it ain't most become smarter with age

Many get drunk off TikTok fame and then they clout chase

I've been viral I know what it's like to clout taste

I just never let my soul vacate or core break, take a break, or renovate

Still got them hits like Beyoncé batting whips in 'Lemonade'

Telling niggas put the clips away cause there's a better way

Looking through the rap game (pains/panes) like cellophane

That's what I mean when I tell them that I can see right through it

Montell Jordan, it's important this is how we do it

Setting example while the talent skill is ample

I rhyme so Right chicks on Twitter might cancel

You niggas really at a stand still, that's shit I can't stand still

Y'all be gassing up a lot of music for the landfill

I have not forgot the jets with Mansell or Sal still

Just let me touch a couple lives in-person, then astound still

Used to work with couple niggas playing Rolling Loud, chill

Just give it time before this Mountain crush these Ant hills

This life adventure is the only time I Bear Grylls (bare grillz), I can't clone like these Bozos and Sambos

Dark Horse like Johnny Depp's Rango, the only difference I'm the gold man on the stand though

Hard track flows and the tanks full

I rap wax these niggas like candles

My mandibles fill catacombs

TJ in 'Recess' to whole lot of Randalls

The peak beat vandal, the heat seek sound drone

The real hero hidden in the shadows

The rap mode Shark in the shallows

The "The Ecstasy of Gold" like Ennio Morricone

Story documented and embedded me glory prone

All these artists really be my sons as if Maury's opening up an envelope

Niggas think they really do the most, but they do the most

Rat race moving close to closing in but I'm too devoted to sugar coat it

Too pristine with the written means not to scribble culture

Self esteem that is far supreme to the likes of socials

The living truth embodiment of paths they should have taken

The one who got away from many shawties, all mistaken

Future shaping leader of the youth

And proof the truth has made his vessel blatant in the industry that's clearly made up of the fake and tainted

Bob Ross the way I brush away the under-raters, I educate educators, Denzel in "The Great Debaters"

And a Hip-Hop innovator, most these rappers instigators making music straight for the incinerator

Complete garbage, been the pen polished

Finna pop and block call lists

Went to College, became the best regardless

Then did University, became best universally

No mercy, how I murk the beat

Miguel Diaz and I'm Robby (Keene/keen) - Cobra venom with Miyagi-Do for inner peace

Mix a bit of bitter Kreese

Still I'm raps Mr. Beast, giving back with written rhythm schemes that worth infinite streams

Living rap simile, black and the berry very sweet, pen stack free smoke like (HAH)

Chimney, always hear applause, most my enemies get Crickets like Jiminy

Even ones who've started to get buzz cannot compare to me

Switch up cause they scared of me, false prophet Pharisees

King Kenny mini-me's, wanna be Gary V's

Might just pop off and burst they bubbles like a SodaStream

Soon, geez, so it seems

Yeah

(Til then, just know that I'm thankful I was there to see the evolution)