Unsung Lyrics

Social media dangerous the biggest trouble shoot

I'm judging no man while they joining them other groups

Taught em what I know and then I left I'm such a substitute

But I left a stain graffiti that's another clue

Hip hop in my blood you see the red smother the bpm

Guided missiles thru the water he a CGN

They always want they credit when the sequels end

Beg for twenty percent and they went two for ten

It sound like Knicks too me

I know some tales from the crypt without the currency

Yo Spitta probably burnt this weed

I'm breaking ice like the glass in emergencies

Plus I'm always rapping with urgency

Work for that master ain't that murder in the first degree

It's a shame nowadays we skip the birds and bees

In this house of Payne without the curiosity

It's in my blood it's itching for me to learn them keys

But that ain't my bread and butter and that's word to Quis

Black lost brothers take my word for keeps

And I hate to see us go out on a burgun sheet

But I understand we really hurt so eat

I understand

You gotta eat cause you gotta get yours

Why can't we get ours

Bad habits I broke it

Ain't it been a minute since you held ya family the closes

The nerve to blame it on covid

That's why I'm concerned bout where my bro is

The weed letting you know I'll help him grow his

Long as the brody focused

Why I gotta settle down

And I'm probably scarred for life I gotta simba sound

It's a joke miseducated, sentenced out

That's why we always pray we never sent him out

Smoke chamber vent clogged that's 'til we simmered down

Only way to speak to God is to go deep inside

The funny is it don't complete ya lies

Don't believe in everything that meets the eye

Even tho they got my number Imma beat the odds

A certain tempo in my soul all beats aside

You gone be tight in that mirror when you meet ya pride

Uh, experience the best teacher

More work and less leisure

I don't mean sweating thru that bland t shirt

The wrong curriculum I ban teachers

The wrong ones light shinning thru the room it's more than one sun dumb dumb

They probably put my story on Unsung

Keep thinking it's one one

And you wouldn't know a chip if you won one

It's out the bag Imma say it til my lungs done

It's a Black State of Mind and I'm the young son

Saint, It's more than one sun