Spiritual Rap

Bass hitting harder than the truth This ain't a beat this is abuse Can't f*ck with people That got an excuse For every minute that's turned loose Alarm goes off and y'all hit snooze Wake up every day to improve Hated for being my mother fucking self I got something in common with jews I'm just comfortable in my skin Don't know if I can Say the same about you Hopping out of a brown spider I like to call the ferrari recluse Wiggled out of the knot And killed my captures with Their own noose I'm a powerful creator Creating is low hanging fruit Essentially getting commas Transmuted all of my karma Realigned with my dharma Found this out and couldn't be dormant All the pain that you give Will leave your consciousness haunted Energy attracts alike Don't make yourself your own target Beefing with who? No one's there The mic is giving you awkward stares Projecting onto others What you can't face Looking in the mirror I'm a god being Told myself I ain't got shit to fear As long as I got breath In my lungs I got to give Honestly I feel like that's the Reason why I get to live Wake up every day in the matrix Oh my god I'm so fucking thankful Remember when I didn't have reach Now I can touch pass my ankles Lambo looking like a fighter jet With adjacent angles Like my money Like I like my shrimp Deep fried in panko Texas don with the rock I'm feeling like earl campbell Got them in line like a sneaker rush Source energy will speak for us None of you niggas can compete with us Press one button and my feet lift up And I don't say none of this Simply for the flex I just say all of it Because simply I'm the best Had to get my weight up Pushing mountains off my chest Used to work a plumbing job Replacing pipes with pex And shout out to my will Because you believed in my skills I was standing in my own way I need to step aside or yield I'm just telling ya'll how I feel I know some real shit that can heal I manifested this deal I knew that I was meant to be here But is you ready for that? Presa canarios stay ready to attack My heart blacker than black of the black Imagine if jack black name was matte It'd be the same color of this hellcat Zero to sixty that's quicker than slack This is not no lyrical trap This is more so spiritual rap God made me like that