meltdown Lyrics

When you an animal yourself you put the pelt down

When you was telling on yourself I put the belt down

When he picked the book up, look at yourself now

You went from giving a fuck to having meltdowns

You was chasing your butt, man you a hellhound

While you were hating and such, became more well-rounded

When you were lacing em' up and I was still astounded

Cause what sensational luck, get buckets, rob the fountains

Ascended every mountain, I been the king and counting

Release dates and announcements, resented every outcome

Then they was asking "how come Nur you won't drop an album?"

I was in the middle of some things, they called me Malcolm X

Endgame after Ragnarök, put it all on Falcon next

That nigga was my wingman, Shield might have to shoot a text

Hit the stu for free man, Jerry knows I bring the best

Invest yourself in me fam? I'm not some fucking freelance

A monster doesn't need pants, make music with my drawers out

The moon under my feet, Lance

At times I felt so detached

Wait that's the fucking cyclist, I did not apply for this

Called my father Grimm, same for me, put my scythe through it

Did this on a whim, naturally can't decipher it

Put that on my pen, Pilot please, go all black with it

Everybody sins, ain't too many that are nicer with

Dom up in his Benz, finally set the price to pick

Dominated wins, no white flags on our pirate ship

I don't take offense, no resentment towards the minor shit

I don't face the fence, every inning on that Padres shit

Speaking from the trench of my city of my Bron James shit

What it means to be, directly out the Renaissance

What I need to see and what I've seen, I can't defend em' all

What I wanna be and what I mean, I won't explain my flaws

When I finally woke up from the dream, what a convenient fall

And I was falling, falling, falling down

And I was falling, falling, falling down

The only problem with looking in through the outside

What you don't understand is left to your intuition

A couple lost ones been walking along the outline

A message in demand, "infringe the man" cue repetition

A message in demand, "infringe the man" cue repetition

When blessed with innocence no enemies or opposition

A couple incidents on instrumentals made by Limo…

(James Randi Show dropping soon)

Lyrics never frivolous

You could analyze and maybe synthesize

I could start a class and fill a syllabus

Put me in a cage like I'm Nicholas

Walking over glass like I'm in denial

Threw me in a cage now I'm finished with…

Uncertainty for certain

I certainly closed the curtain

When these niggas was hurting

Save him, save em'

He tried to build it on his own, home it fell apart

But the thing 'bout being homegrown, shopping carts

Titles clean but overheats, cars that hardly start

Tried to get us all to see "it's a work of art"

Hard to see an Odyssey but it's a work in progress

Pardon me, my Q's and P's, the things I've seen and processed

Pardon me, eventually the picture frame is offset

Tilt your head for me to see I made it out the projects

First thing I thought was finally, if y'all was looking for Nur

I swear that you not finding me, God's Light in one word

I know the irony, God's might has matured

Look at society, alright I've been heard

And what a sight to see, inner fights I've endured

Handled self-righteously, others seen worse, a gift and a curse

Had to spread out some ashes I rather that than a hearse

graduation, and death I witnessed the ladder first

Being a glorious son, yeah right, I passed out at church

Was a historical month and I alone bare the perks?

A couple warriors grunts what I let out at birth