Mission X Lyrics

Touched down in the land

No turn in these fables

Visitor in town

I'm in the city of lost angels

Where life meets death

And they see only one angle

Took a ride to san diego

Introduce my vibe

Like I'm the soul of masego

Mocking of the ridicule

So this void is empty

I know what it takes

I know pain

So I show empathy

Living in a jungle of tundras

Making wishes like wanda

Stacking the commas

Pressin and addressin

This ain't no double entendre

Sleep the cousin of death

Hovering over my head

Looking over my shoulders

Like i'm running from the dead

Gotta make my bed

Voice of the underachiever

Here to Pave the way instead

Tapped into the game

It's time to start getting to this bread

On my victory lap

Run that back ima retriever

Willing to stand before mine

Cuz I'm a solid believer

Runnin a days relapse

Tryna see the signs

Praying to god for patience to wait on my time

So im

Locked in on my grind

Runnin a days relapse

Tryna see the signs

Praying to god for patience to wait on my time

So i'm

Locked in on my grind

So i'm

Locked in on my grind

Staying humble as a rock

Sustaining human tendencies

Making calls as i go

Stamina like the last refugee

Saving the kids willing to risk they life with no pay

Make them understand it ain't okay to live in such a way

Recognize fear in light of the shadows

They baffle and scuffle, living like a worm in an apple

Adaptful

Busy making excuses to save the day

Crack paved, misbehaved

heading straight to the grave

I learned my lesson and completely turned away

Now on my mission to redemption

There's no temptin

No shame, no remorse

I had to light my own torch

All game, all scorch

I put my best front forth

Hand on hand

Found my formula

There's no room to distort

A dollar is a dollar

And I'm not with a dollar short

Playing on the field

But we can bring it to the courts

Take no shorts

Asian with chopsticks

I don't like using forks

I don't like using that shit

Asian with chopsticks

I don't like using forks

Runnin a days relapse

Tryna see the signs

Praying to god for patience to wait on my time

So I'm

Locked in on my grind

Runnin a days relapse

Tryna see the signs

Praying to god for patience to wait on my time

So I'm

Locked in on my grind

twelve years old when I was first expose to a fiend in the front yard

Life like spades gotta be lucky to have the right cards

Swerving posted on the back streets

Still have back aches from cops slammin me onto the concrete

Gotta collect my thoughts

Unproductive fault

Don't get caught in this false world

Legends of the fall illimatic like nas

Had to put my life on pause

Lost, didn't know where I belong

Trusting in the process shit is taking to long

They told me to water this down

Dumb down your sound

That's like giving up the plug when you not in town

God like but I'm not ll took l's in the hallways

Sick on the mic my skin looking pale

Rags and gun shells feeling like I'm around the corner from hell

Stagnant ways cleaning dirty scales