midnightWAXPOETIC ft. Phiik & .Tetsuo Lyrics

Got it off the strength love

Over indulged in the fudge

Cold shoulder shrugs in the midnight lust

In Allah we trust

Pen strike the conglomerate

Insight from the modest men

Pettiness blood splattered

Martyred kin

Spread across the chartered thin

Dotted lines

Hit the hesi, hand in my face

Shit nothing but net

Sweat beads shine like the Rhinestone Cowboy

Young boul sipping grape drink

Pretending it was wine

So Malfoy

Rugged spitting metamorphic heat rock

Extending raw vernacular

For all my friends and actors uh

Chatter behind the backs

But in person wouldn't want to see 'em

In the rappers pub

Midnight wax dripped on the blazer

Shared exclusive through the poets guild

Slow to brew the Foldgers

Spill it down the throat

Heat my belly telephone still a hoax

Nineties baby so there is still some hope

Back when A.I. was considered dope

We was up in math class calculating slope

Rise over run

Who could've imagined 'em

Styled out on the drums

Or lack thereofs

We just trying to play the part

Shit really write itself when it's not coming from

The mouth but spoken from the heart

East coast giants with the ball point

Jack sliding down the beanstalk

Rap style got a mean walk

Ciara with the one two

Akira Tetsuo

My man's a beat chef professional

Merge with the wind

These audio confessionals next to blow

Yo

More I live

Less I know

Trip the breaker fade to black

'Scape the human trap

Queue the hack

Reverse the code

Know that God got me though

Know that God got me though

Hold it to my chest

The dearest near sided flame

Burns out ends up grotesque

You would need a workout

To get a Boflex

I'm a whole paycheck and a half

Half kept cash and smashed like a plane

Crazy taxi

Maxey pad out my stash

You getting flatlined for acting like a spoiled brat

Dodging the rats

Spring time remind me of crack at bat

In fact

I'm still making moves

While rappers sitting there with they pants shat

Satellite bashed

I'm still stashing every bit of food

You can't touch my rations

In high school I used to come home to dome

And my computer crashing

Ashing on the keyboard

I'm every bit of persistence

And more than what you bargained for

Auditory setbacks and flatulence

It's all part of the same war

I was bumping the score

At my core I still store the same memories

And some things never change

No matter the remedy

No matter the remedy