Nothing to prove
Nothing to lose
Nothing to-
I got nothing to prove
I got nothing to lose
I know you seen it all
I know you seen the news
I hate to choose
But I love my options
I hate the choice
Of feeling boxed in
The ceiling is clear
I am here
I got nothing left to fear
Verse 1: (Poetic onslaught)
Running the track
But it’s not a meet
Know you better
Watch my feet
This is a feat
I do it neat
Cleaver to the beat
Cleaver to the sheets
I’m the one to beat
I’m the one to tweet
Got the cleaver to the beat
I’m the one that’s always on the move
I’m the one that’s got nothing 2 prove
I’m the one that’s always on the move
I’m the one that’s with nothing left 2 prove
Verse 2: (Peon)
I do it nice
Quick on the mic
This whole things a freestyle
Like my hairstyle
My lifestyle akin to a gentile
No textile but I run the mill
No photo finish but I’m on the still
No death but we on the hill
No viagra but this is a pill
Hard to swallow
But easy to eat
Soft to the touch
Sweet in the teeth
Running some laps
Running the beat
Not in the streets
But we in these cleats
I’m the one that’s always on the move
I’m the one that’s with nothing left 2 prove
I’m the one that’s always on the move
I’m the one that’s with nothing left 2 prove
Nothing to lose
Nothing to-
I got nothing to prove
I got nothing to lose
I know you seen it all
I know you seen the news
I hate to choose
But I love my options
I hate the choice
Of feeling boxed in
The ceiling is clear
I am here
I got nothing left to fear
Verse 1: (Poetic onslaught)
Running the track
But it’s not a meet
Know you better
Watch my feet
This is a feat
I do it neat
Cleaver to the beat
Cleaver to the sheets
I’m the one to beat
I’m the one to tweet
Got the cleaver to the beat
I’m the one that’s always on the move
I’m the one that’s got nothing 2 prove
I’m the one that’s always on the move
I’m the one that’s with nothing left 2 prove
Verse 2: (Peon)
I do it nice
Quick on the mic
This whole things a freestyle
Like my hairstyle
My lifestyle akin to a gentile
No textile but I run the mill
No photo finish but I’m on the still
No death but we on the hill
No viagra but this is a pill
Hard to swallow
But easy to eat
Soft to the touch
Sweet in the teeth
Running some laps
Running the beat
Not in the streets
But we in these cleats
I’m the one that’s always on the move
I’m the one that’s with nothing left 2 prove
I’m the one that’s always on the move
I’m the one that’s with nothing left 2 prove
( Peon Neon )
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