11thour

Mmm, feel it It's almost midnight Let's get prepared Way past the eleventh hour, and my desire to bow out Forever hollows, or gets devoured, will never follow Anything I'm doin' is lead and solid, clever, and I'm never sour A rebel on edge with a better power than any hedge fund owner or lettuce head Credible doubter, ahead of the town here Pedal to the metal, no prouder pedestrian Equestrian, obsessed thespian, or pet in Heat streakin' while at the head of the meeting So rest, sleep in, quit bein' a pest Seekin' to leap in, with more stress Leavin' with aggressive breathing' Put to the test, no one's beatin' Blessed beings, understand what the rest not seein' So let's begin, be friends or quit speakin' Sit, sink deep in, quit lip-sinkin' Quick link in, I'm just thinkin' If you let the king in, you'd quit shrinkin' Dear sinners, this is an interesting story Doin' this for his glory, practically writin' it for me I type this at 40, on the mic not to boar thee Though out of sight of your needs, I hope you're kneelin' on your knees Prayin' for righteousness for me, not out of spite, but I'm sore Please God, shine through me like a light no more Morning, wanna be bright like the sun in the morning More than twice, I lost a life I adore, geez This mic is my life, I abhor grief Might sound corny, but I need a light on this journey Help me do what's right with discerning Up all night, tryin' to learn things Heal my sight, increase my earnings My insides are yearning, practically burnin' for the word king Searchin' as I'm lurkin' in every corner, still nursing But first thing we do as earthlings is take the first swing, start cursing Bursting into flames like the cures a fling Searchin' for a purse, but it's on strings Fake like clip-on things, glitter picks and rings Sick of the bitter me spittin', silly, it is sickening Twisted like if I bought clip-on wings Addicted to dip and mischief, still sittin' king Missions to pick up on things, I'm slippin' into music And as you're listenin' to it, notice it is a movement And the beat's groovin', feels wickedly smooth When you see soothing happen to all who gettin' into it Triggers confusion, is it a sick illusion Misconstrued or just some fusion Mixin' beats with clips of clues Then dissin' the streets, collusion Cause this is the heat of the movement Feels abusive, but it's okay I'm addicted to losin', still rippin' on through it Livin' improvement, here I am You're gettin' intuitive Fear my man from prison to booze Build a bridge, then missile like boom hits The crew's lit, consumed in fire Now noon hits, no time to retire Way past the eleventh hour And my desire to bow out Forever hollows or gets devoured Will never follow Anything I'm doin' is lead and solid Clever and I'm never sour A rebel alto, not for rent My motto, I inspect El Gato You can check, I'm stock flow My core is God chose Elected el paco, free man by your neck So swallow, digest what follows Next to models, but won't suggest a collar If you're correct, have foul doe And as impressed, the crowds grow Attempt to tempt, get turned down though Collectin' checks, it's what's on deck Now vamanos, adios muchacho Bet I'll bomb though Got no rep or mob, so Guess I'll chomp on my next song As my tongue grows, I'll just upload a messy solo Invest pressin' onward