I Got to Be ft. Justa Queen Lyrics

I-I-I-I've been

Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'

Tryna find my sole purpose

Yet all my vices I can't let go

Now it's a few years later

'Twas all a blur

I gotta make amends for what occurred

Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd

(I got to be)

I just got to be mee

Me

Looks like I ain't got a choice

Gotta spit into the mic but I don't like my voice

So I step to the stage, fans I engage

Cuz they know Chaos synonymous with rejoice

You moist (Ugh)

Just taste the cake

The red velvet of rap from the great big state

Three decades now, more days to break

Never had to be woke I simply stayed awake

To stomp the snakes then collect their venom

Inject it slow into ya cerebellum

(No motor control?)

Kill that momentum

(I can't pay attention)

I tried to tell 'em

Yo symptoms include affects to language

Can't write, just mumble you sit in anguish

No use in fightin' there's too much damage

And that boys and girls is how I vanquish (How I vanquish, how I vanquish)

My enemies, no fantasies (Nah)

You denyin' it more? Straight prophecy

Okay, I'm lyin' that's kinda silly

I'm not a rapper it's nu-poetry

Is that a thing or some new rule?

My worlds tend to cross when jugglin' dual

Personalities, and soon you'll see

The exact limitations of my normalities

I-I-I-I've been

Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'

Tryna find my sole purpose

Yet all my vices I can't let go

Now it's a few years later

'Twas all a blur

I gotta make amends for what occurred

Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd

(I got to be)

I just got to be free

Free

Of all things and lose my guilt

Gotta go all in from tip to hilt

S'time I commit don't let it wilt

(See me and music?) look what we built

And where we aim, gotta burnin' flame

Was my side chick now we share surnames

Got abstract strokes interpretation's fluid

Tryna give a voice to those who been (muted)

The sewage polluted my favorite school

I'm suited and fluent for this cesspool

With tools to overrule what you call art

3-6-0 joules, shock back to start

Then insert Descartes (Another revolution?)

Hip hop with no art straight prostitution

Don't let mafuckas out here dictate

How you flex yo tongue to decimate

The weaklings who cling to a summer fling

Tryna save their marriage with new offspring

From my IG a new Arab spring

Not just musically, but well you'll see

Torch the false idols you worshippin'

Like portraits of Reagan (Oh a burnin' Bush?)

Message from God He says light this kush

Then chill the fuck out now here's the hook (Here's the hook)

I-I-I-I've been

Sear-er-chin' and lurkin'

Tryna find my sole purpose

Yet all my vices I can't let go

Now it's a few years later

'Twas all a blur

I gotta make amends for what occurred

Sorry for chasin' somethin' you called absurd

I just got to be