Song: This Is Me Cypher
Year: 2020
Viewed: 64 - Published at: 8 years ago

Man, I came from a long way from swimming now, cruising on my brain waves
Looking like T'Challa, but I'm gifted from the chained slaves
Paved a way for me to get dollars in all of sorta ways
So I'mma be the best product, now put me on display
But I ain't got no expectations on no living wage
When conversation with the devil also get you paid
Also take you to your grave, doesn't matter if you're brave
Catch a fade, fall flat on a platter for depraved
Around the corner they chatter and judge us for our colored shade
That's why our pockets fatter and they'rе holding on their hate
I'm grabbing on my plate, waiting on god's gracе
You getting mad heated, you can fry an egg on top their face
Therapedic, condescending when you started speaking
To me, like I'm just so defeated
And you're just ascending to the next level in heaven
Counting no repentance he ain't giving out no more medals cause you are just a lemon
Better know your limits, cause I ain't no damn apprentice
Training like a protagonist fighting for his vengeance
Matching my stamina you ain't never gonna finish
Stressing my second wind to strengthen verbal calisthenics
Might be the perfect candidate for your mount Olympus
But to be on the waiting list of the high attendance
And this industry buying properties with no interest
And sinners winning they forgot about the other tenants
Just pretenders
Forge our names on the devil contract as the witness
Rather be blind, talented and very superstitious
The business, getting over while gaining millions
Ancestors rolling over while they pray to ceilings
Asking for power from the bloody wall streets
I'm meditating, hoping I get to call all elites
And train me like a beast without the marks
Is it possible for me to feast upon the stars
And you don't turn your back on me, see me coming afar
Would wish upon a lamp, but I don't think I'm like Jafar
I'm breaking out the box, speed faster than Teraflops
Not a bull from the horns receive from a triceratops
Yeah, last breed to my corn, double you pair of socks
Walking in your boots of the scorn, feel like I am the juggernaut
Still don't even know who I am
I'm not a dude sniffing likes just to get off from grams
EXP gaining from life without a travel ban
But some of your idols can't help but to get out of hand
You don't need my advice, but when you have a chance
See 'em doing the same dance, try to be your own prototype

( Dreaded Yasuke )
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