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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 ca
That stand as free energy accumulators...
Stayin' way way away from them haters...
& sayin' see ya later alligator, 2 them nay-sayers
[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,
That appears quick when starin' in mirrors
& long for a beer sip,
Like all them years that ,
Passed since that Lazz-er-riss 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 my gadgets like magnets,
Its passion that shouldn't be rationed & strapped in & latched when,
Them basterds happen to apprehend em' & 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 ,
8 mile radius away from me or greater,
You haters wana have me catch a fade but stay skirred,
Cuz I'll put that blade first,
Into your waist ,worse & 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 ,
Details
GeneratedFeb 26, 2026
Duration2:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Westcoast gangsta rap, melodic alt rock male vocalist, hypnotic hip hop, RnB vibes,piano, guitar, drums
Credits
Prompt by
FlatNasty
FlatNastyModelAria v5
