Day 777

[Intro]

I tell ya there's somethin phony goin on, there's something phony about the whole business, and even now I feel that way- this minute

[Verse 1]

I deeply treasure that I could speak my leisure

Thought tough sound was struck down in the bleakest weather

The frequency is weak to me if you can't keep it clever

What they produce is fruitless

What I reap is better

When I was pressed and stressed it was hard to make music

In these parts get shot in your heart- it ain't cupid

One sacred loop, one naked truth, my lanes suited

These silly songs really on for us to remain stupid

I switched off

This shits soft

Your groovy don't move me

Got the kids lost, crazy rude

Days removed from baby food

A young divine, I'ma find blind ways is crude

Listen, what you pitching son

Got em' sick and dumb

Cease all them jewels in your teeth if you ain't spitting none

I carve a lane, do it for the starving brain, mind stellar

My wine cellar put your bars to shame

("We would like some more wine!")

They wage war on rap

So I propped, took a shot, got more on tap

("The speech is short, but it's the most rousing speech I've ever read")

[Refrain]

I heard of blood

We a cut above

[Verse 2]

As I take spoils, the snakes coil

Indeed I love it, the meaning of it: stay loyal

My foes are those that slither, hiss and rattle

Saw the signs, stay drawing lines, if you wish to battle

Between you and me? Musically, your scales is pale

We on the road to gold, your trail's to fail

They feel me? Cause I'm building, that's the task of pharaoh

Rhyming on sublime, shining, you cast a shadow

The imagery ain't fresh, that you paint is sketched

I spin a couple hymns, send them to saints to bless (yes)

Came to guide, remain a pride before you taint the rest

You flowing get-rich-quick, I show them sustained success

I'm holding truth for nothing but, you penning the particle

Disturbed by your blurb, observe genuine article

You here in the spirit? You only brung flesh

I keep it primal til it's final, who wanna come test?

("Who wanna test me, come on")

I use a mic device to give a slice of life (nice)

You commence to wave offensive blade?

I got a righteous knife

[Refrain]

I heard of blood

We a cut above

[Outro]

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