Chaos Disassembled

Haven't made enemies yet, guess I've been living too far from the edge Not that I want to make enemies, don't get ahead of me, but I want a little respect I make a grime beat using folk licks 'cause I wanna be the one to mix them styles And you can find me in my own mix 'cause I wanna be the one to blow Making record after record in the nest Recollecting all the times I thought I was rhyming at my best And the crazy thoughts you get when you're up smoking, up drinking all night Fifteen-pack of Old Mil? Ha ha, alright I hope in the streets and in the press, everyone's talkin' 'bout me 'Cause in this industry I wanna be the Pres, and I ain't talkin' 'bout T Influences coming out of my keister and left, right, and center Believe me, I ain't lying Didn't wanna have to choose between two genres Joke song, folk song, I decided that I would make both songs Make sure they turn into dope songs, or I won't release 'em at all I picked apart my life, I realized music was the be-all-end-all 'Cause my life's a shit-show, it's chaos disassembled I picked it apart piece by piece, where music is art and I can believe I can do what I want and never compete, except with myself; my art is for me This one's not about guns, this one's not about thugs This one's not about funds, this one's not about drugs It's all about fun Tryna get out of my comfort zone, having the fun until fun gets old And my thoughts switch up so I flip-flop into hip hop Any music I will undergo Except maybe country, really not a fan However that old shit legit fuckin' slaps Not that I'm tryna put down a genre, just being honest I got opinions, just like all of us And everyone's entitled to their own I realize folks won't like this song or that fact I rap But the fact its that I grew up on this shit. It's the bones in my back And I know that I'm no Lamont Coleman; my flow's whack But I know rappin' and makin' these beats will give me the outlet I need I wanna challenge my talents, challenge my ego Handle the fact I'll be challenged my people Handle the fact I'll be judged Handle the fact that I wanna be see-through Knowing well right not everyone likes me Knowing well right not everyone needs to Knowing well right the journey will end but the story begins with a song