Nasih - Current Lyrics

I rhyme about the current issues
So heavy it makes you wanna grab a tissue
The world ain't gon be the same
In just a few decades
It's insane
Twisted just like our brains
My mentality's deranged
Almost everything I say is strange
In only a few years the world will be changed
I pump it
And jump it
With no further discussion
Give me the microphone and I'll bust it
So much fire instant combustion
I spit so grimy that it's disgusting
People doubted me when I started to do this
I do this
The truest
Don't ever confuse it
My mood is the bluest
So I'm mixin jazz in with the flow
Sinatra Coltrane Davis you never know
I'm spittin so many bars that I should be in jail
I deliver my lines without fail
So hot it makes your train derail
My mood is black and white
Either I'm happy or I fight
I'm usually in delight but that's usually at night
I want to open up my soul
Let my feelings out on a stroll
So you get to know me
What I do
How I feel
And what is true
I do this because I can
Tryna be a man of the house
Without a dad my mind's playing games cat vs. mouse
I running around on thin beams
Not looking down at the stream
Cuz if I do I'll fall and drown so I have to believe
That Imma walk across safely
Pray for me
And that I won't fall swept to sea
Every night I sleep but sleeping restlessly
So I stay and practice tryna be the best of me
Segregated feelings
Got my thought process peeling
But somehow everyday concealing
Materialistic items on the side always appealing
I do this it's too easy for me
I'm so godly might as well be 3 call it epiphany
My music contains a symphony
Of music and social history
I speak politically
I'm sick you better get antihistamine when listenin to me
You don't understand you simpleton
I flip the pen and write with the eraser
My lyrics shock like a tazer
I'm bright and poppin like balloons in front of lazers
I give thanks to all my haters
You all do me so well
And treat me so good
I learned never to go outside wearing a hood
I mean you might get shot in the back of your head
Blood leaking and you dead
You in the press but nothing it actually said
The reason the youth is smoking till they eyes turn red
Adolesence and unmade beds
Devilish minds like the exorcist I'm turning heads
Believe what you want but instead
I'll do my own thing and I'll be making bread
I'll be countin stacks
Making chips
With grilled cheese
I do this with ease
My mind opens doors without keys
Because it's not in the moment people think I don't grieve
But that's just wrong to believe
My mind is twisted and braided like weave
So many thoughts that you're unable to concieve
Rising flower I'm blooming
All America is doing is consuming
I'm falling into this trap
Buying brand name caps not looking back
And the money you spend
Goes to waste and you're life it'll end
Without living
Stop pretending
Now this intro and its instrumental are ending
Waves