SpirituaL LyriXx

These are serious lyrics ,
Written from experience , here it ..
Goes, from the soul of my spirit,
Fingers to my toes as I stear it ,
From the gear shift ,
To the exhaust pipe out the rear vent ,
The Mear ment...shin of the attention that im itchin' to get ,
Isn't my intention, 
Cuz' my inventions are stick ,
Stickin' to the script ,
Women gettin' the shit ,
End of the flipped,
Side of the tricks ,
Slide into the mix ,
High off of the hits ,
Leavin' em dry in the lips ,
Cryin' like kids ,
Tryin' to pitch ,
Which ironically is reliant on sticks ,
Not hitting the rim when tryin' 2 swish ,
Being captured 4 eternity in a photo I clicked ,
Almost I slipped ,
Into a coma ,like since ,
Of my solar corona's light squints ,
 
[Chorus]
This history we've been given. 
Possibly Written by a hostage of wisdom ,
Which, if even off by a fiction ,
Of a fraction , of a mathematic subtraction ,
After hours of classes ,
That un-empower the masses ,
Like the towers of babble ,
How are the animals  cuz them mammals are shackled ,
Leading 2 hackers ,
Eating Animal crackers ,
Needing the answers ,
So 2 speak of the past words ,
[Bridge]
That're leaking from banned church ,
That stand as free energy accumulators...
Sayin nay to them that haters...
This is sky net ,
I bet ,
My eyes get,
To see the terminator, 
So I try'n make these words much greater..

[Verse]
Im serious,
Have any of you lyricists ever experienced the fearlessness of not bein' in fear of spirits,
That like to linger when they hear shit,
And long for a beer sip,
Like all them years that ,
Passed since that Lazeris passage was captured on camera with Canon,
Fallin from heaven ,that mammin,
Got dammit, i'm famished,
Ive gotten over the tragic,
Events from my past quick,
That grab at your gadget like magnets,
Its passion that shouldn't be rationed and strapped in and latched when,
Them basterds happen to apprehend em' & actually capture him,
The front of her better not stab me in the back again,
Like some magic you laughably act like you practicin' 
Abra- cadabra- I'll actually stab ya,
Im mad bruhhh..
So have a ,
Least a mile radius away from me or greater,
You haters wana have me catch a fade but stay stirred,
Cuz I'll put that blade first ,and ask questions later in the day, jerks

 [Chorus]
These are serious lyrics ,
Written from experience , here it ..
Goes, from the soul of my spirit,
Fingers to my toes as I stear it ,
From the gear shift ,
To the exhaust pipe out the rear vent ,
The Mear ment...shin of the attention that im itchin' to get ,
Isn't my intention, 
Cuz' my inventions are stick ,
Stickin' to the script ,
Women gettin' the shit ,
End of the flipped,
Side of the tricks ,
Slide into the mix ,
High off of the hits ,
Leavin' em dry in the lips ,
Cryin' like kids ,
Tryin' to pitch ,
Which ironically is reliant on sticks ,
Not hitting the rim when tryin' to swish ,
Being captured for eternity in a photo I clicked ,
Almost I slipped ,
Into a coma ,like since ,
Of my solar corona's light squints ,

Westcoast gangsta rap, melodic alt rock male vocalist, hypnotic hip hop, RnB vibes, key board, guitar, drums