[Vizier]
Someone said I aint a rapper today,
So Imma write my reply this way,
write my rites, ayy, i fight all of my fights,
Face it, I'm not even coward adjacent,
And they try to hide your shine,
Block out the light of the day,
So "in sight of" phrases, get tossed for dayses,
Almost there!
Yeah we crossed the plains,
plans lost to the ages,
Art lost to the locked locker,
Pot smocker, pro Grams,
he just wanted to live off his heart,
But With no art programs,
Turned to the instant relief of incense and grams,
Smoke another gram in an instant, fam,
All up on the instagram,
With no intent,
I'll be content to repent all the other drugs I'm in,
Drugs im on? Uhhhh,
you play perfect the part that they started for you, huh?
And then you 'possed to post the most personal verses,
These obtuse words and phrases worst than the curses,
Without work, your own birth is just worthless,
And in time find a lane, no one else's
Put in time and zen rhymes for my first gigs,
To hear when I feel like they been abandoned and worsened,
Like those kids, relating like "oh shiiii--"
The whole world's a stage but the play's been cursed, this,
Cast full of cast iron souls,
Aint the purpose,
I prompt this: listen to art, criticism's good when it's noted,
The lyricism's second to the message I got here,
But you don't get a spot at the top without toppling the flow tiers,
So those years, thinking I aint got it, ill get no cheers,
No more fears, no remorse just mo' clear
Today I'm feeling this, yes, im killing ill-
As in sick, or depressed,
You see my vibe as villainous,
Not feeling the jest, when im jesting and stressed,
And Now that Im serious, you hearing this,
But never ingest
There's a level of messed up-
To get to paradise you gotta die, and be blessed up
[The Golden Witch]
I'm so far removed from the conflict
Ya'lls shit seems so small from the cockpit
Why ya'll talk when you never could start shit
Start with fixin' yourself in the mosh pit
Comin' with the critical flows, the feelin' you know
The one that come from head to your toes, it gets in and grows
And when you notice you decompose, your heart has been froze
You started slippin' now it's under your nose, that's just how it goes
I turn up with all the pros we spittin' the prose
You said you think you heard it before, no shit sherlock
Why you gotta clock? Why you such a hatin' ass bitch?
We was chillin' now you makin' a sitch
I'mma cool with the hits 'cause the kids need somethin' more than a fist
I want you coolin' off so kick it to this
Catchin on my radar's a blip it must be your hits
Pop it in let's see how it fits
I'm blowin' a spliff
You know it's kinda dope in a pinch
I can swing it now let's play it again!
