This is where I started, Rock bottom, with hardly, a penny in my pockets, with a fucked up brain, held hostage, all iron nails, no crosses, No poster child, no child star, no steel gate, no fancy car, no pressed nails, no set just right, every dam day, was a struggle to fight, If it wasn't for this, I'd probably be dead, cause this music, it's like an escape for my head, but what did I know, I knew nothin, I walked just like this, I aint frontin, so I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote, pressing my fingers, straight to the bone, till raw, and stained bleedin, vision gone blurry, from the lines, I've been readin, and I let it out, let it all out, I let out all the pain, all of my innards, busting out on the page, sketch marks furiously, Pre-setting the stage, and with that I gained, respect and advice, and worked even harder, to get it just right, I was off beat, and I was off-sides, It was off kilter, but it felt right, So I kept doing, what I felt like, Then I said, In a veiled light, are you challenging me, in greatness, or pacients, am I repeating the basics? Am I meant to fall, in a ball of sedateness, am I repeating the basics, Is it time to fly, or are these wings wasted, am I repeating the basics, Step one, Step two, I'm enveloped in truth, so it's back to the basics. Egos Egos, everywhere, cut the cheese, with salty stares, Last time I checked, I didn't care, unless unchecked, and too aware, Switch the filter, switch the clause, got no ammo, up in arms, bricked the wall, with shining stars, it's bloody sunday, after all. (FUUUUCCCCKKKKK) All flex, no hex, that's a loose pull, keep um in check, with a loose bolt, I speed straight, like usain bolt, but you zig zaggin, that a dog show, you wanna stay simple, I'll say this simpley, your rings and watches, could never commit me, My rocks have no box, and I'm not contending, You don't wear a belt, so please stop pretending, My sound so phat, it's a movement, your sound so flat, not conducive, I'm mentos in a stack, not elusive, till the bubble erupts, better move it, But I don't front, don't stop, don't stunt, but I drop cunts, ass down, toes up, I'm a wash out, last call, no love, so what now, I still don't give a fuck, See, I'm on to bigger things, mastering, your half ass hash tag, hashery, don't capture me, your actings weak, why bother coming, after me, actually, talk is cheap, when you're already steep, it's a lost cause, it's a lost twerk, call it rebirth, feet over knees first, pop that ass out, so you can see worth, so when it pans out, then they past skirts, Open your eyes, why bother, they love to stay blind, rose tinted glasses, a blind paradise, they hot on the strip, but they rollin the dice, confined by the eyes, to sparkle their shine, but the lights are out, they keepin their distance, when clout is social, it grows like a virus, Why go for the I's, when I'd rather go for the iris, Too many times, I've sat in this spot, posted to jot, you boasting I rot, but my horns are on fleek, and I'm bucking your shots, I'd rather be humble, then hot or not, tit for tat, tot for tot, gosh napolieans, get of my jock, the honesty, given not bought, you expect more, that's all I got. are you challenging me, in greatness, or pacients, am I repeating the basics? Am I meant to fall, in a ball of sedateness, am I repeating the basics, Is it time to fly, or are these wings wasted, am I repeating the basics, Step one, Step two, I'm enveloped in truth, so it's back to the basics. To sum up this mastery, got too many after me, they sit in the shadows, oh wait no depth in the hallows, how shallow, how can they sallow, when karen swallows, not enough likes, too many follows, barking so hard, you'd swear they were balto, please drop your balls, thats the level of alto, But I ain't even mad, in fact I'm glad, only got one shot, give clarence a chance, it's a cranbrooke fan, with a mic in her hand, I swear It's a bit jacked, maybe fucked up, so what the fucks up, with this rap stuff, when the rap sucks, face down, ass up, hunks of meat, smothered in ketchup, I'm done, scratch that, this bell hit a zack attack, can you master that, I'll still hit a mother fucker, with the aftermath, 2020, got um sippin on juice, in an ice bath, thats the real crisis, why bother to test, my gahndi, naan violence, silence. I'm spitting the facts, blasting out like a trident, posidon.   #back2basics #backtothebasics #nerdych3f #trollgang Headphones recommended