Yeah, ah, ah
Intro
"Everybody used to think of him as...
Well more like a bum, sort of, a musical bum...
Than anything else."
I hear'em say
Can I say Hazernom
Verse 1
I've died so many times in my rhymes
Suiciding my lines, it's hard to tell if my pen is still alive
I arrived scathed on each page I turned to survive
Ride beat breaks steering through a limitless sky
My pen used to shake niggas insides, break strides, and create pride
In knowing I have almost arrived
Not blowing never crossed my mind
I spit pain through cracked seals and window panes
Slit my veins on punchlines and blood disdain and went insane with hunger
Ate thunder
Spit 16 summers, just awakened from a blind man's slumber
Just to wonder if I even have enough left to plunder
Feeling sick, I need a Bruce Lee flow when he kicks
Connects hits with paragraphs
Typecast in earlier drafts
While the critics ask, how long can a good thing last?
Heard the new EP and wasn't none of it trash I hear'em say
Chorus
And I hear'em say
Yeah, I hear'em say
And I hear'em say
Verse 2
I thought it was all peace but seen the mark of the beast
Over tailer made beats, you should have told him not to speak
Because I never would have spoken if I knew that it had broken
All the dreams that you were hoping to see who would have thought that the hood would get open for free
Off measly me
I probably should have charged him a fee freestyles for cheap
And let my seats sell out in a week
Perhaps we then would never have spoke
The chain still would be broke
At least then you can tell him you wrote
The illest rhyme, and you boast
Toast glasses in a room full of smoke
Until the masses don't come to your shows, you switch fashion cause your Passion ran out on the low
I keep hearing niggas bragging, but they just don't know
That I've been practicing for years and perfected the flow
Because I got a little rhymes that were better than most
I guess I got a little time to watch niggas up close
No use and being provoked, I have seen it before
They poking their chest out until their chest gets poked
Talking that haze shit, but what the fuck they mad at me for
When I try to tell these niggas that I ain't no joke I hear him say
Intro
"Everybody used to think of him as...
Well more like a bum, sort of, a musical bum...
Than anything else."
I hear'em say
Can I say Hazernom
Verse 1
I've died so many times in my rhymes
Suiciding my lines, it's hard to tell if my pen is still alive
I arrived scathed on each page I turned to survive
Ride beat breaks steering through a limitless sky
My pen used to shake niggas insides, break strides, and create pride
In knowing I have almost arrived
Not blowing never crossed my mind
I spit pain through cracked seals and window panes
Slit my veins on punchlines and blood disdain and went insane with hunger
Ate thunder
Spit 16 summers, just awakened from a blind man's slumber
Just to wonder if I even have enough left to plunder
Feeling sick, I need a Bruce Lee flow when he kicks
Connects hits with paragraphs
Typecast in earlier drafts
While the critics ask, how long can a good thing last?
Heard the new EP and wasn't none of it trash I hear'em say
Chorus
And I hear'em say
Yeah, I hear'em say
And I hear'em say
Verse 2
I thought it was all peace but seen the mark of the beast
Over tailer made beats, you should have told him not to speak
Because I never would have spoken if I knew that it had broken
All the dreams that you were hoping to see who would have thought that the hood would get open for free
Off measly me
I probably should have charged him a fee freestyles for cheap
And let my seats sell out in a week
Perhaps we then would never have spoke
The chain still would be broke
At least then you can tell him you wrote
The illest rhyme, and you boast
Toast glasses in a room full of smoke
Until the masses don't come to your shows, you switch fashion cause your Passion ran out on the low
I keep hearing niggas bragging, but they just don't know
That I've been practicing for years and perfected the flow
Because I got a little rhymes that were better than most
I guess I got a little time to watch niggas up close
No use and being provoked, I have seen it before
They poking their chest out until their chest gets poked
Talking that haze shit, but what the fuck they mad at me for
When I try to tell these niggas that I ain't no joke I hear him say
( Hazernomical )
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