Lofinite

Et phone home I'm in a whole nother zone

I'm blessed to the bones , my love is at home

I done seen to many heads roll from coveted thrones

Cover my seed in conscious just as black as my comb

Sean , John 3 16s

It's my genes

I gotta preach

Bright ideas I got alot of these

the melodies, that come up out me

gotta be

correct ,

the scribes all call it prophecy

I'm probably, the next level up from socrates

gotta be

because I deposit these

thesis amongst the rejects

stones throw away from precept

I give'm all my resets

stay 3 steps ahead

Speak life,

 Lazarus to your dead

Pessimist to the preps

Optimist to feds

a black man in his plan that properly priv

they say that I don't , I probably did

the haters says "the props properly his"

but my sun is my guiding light , props should be his

imagination is impossibly big

imagine a nation attacking the basic basis for being a human race and erasing us from place replace us with replacement

remotely updated,

demonstrated the simulation cemetery emulated

but I swear there's neo's in the matrix

I'm a help faciliate it

I am not intimidated

I am not with latest , livin for the clout and famous

I don't bow for my payments,

thats why im frequently late

but late is better late than never

i keep it hevenly clevec

im getting better better

i better

I let be present

i am not heavily debted

I don't feed off brevity

let be breath

like hov on success

I go with best

go for the gold but keep the colt close to the chest

my honor is not sale

my mission is not for self

...but I do eat well

I rock 12s

I do have tells

the I do develdge

give you a blueprint

navigate the institution

shoot your shot like stanley kubrik

so just do it

nike I need a check

talib I need respeect

pardon, you be depressed

part of me needs most,

part of me wants to rest

body needed the rep

getting in shape

like mold

breaking the fold

taking it slow

watch it grow

nowaday I'm impressing my foes

I get to the gold

and I'm bring it home

bring my flower

and fill up the shows

warm the sholders that cold

bury the hatchet

in a classy fashion

noobs always asking

why I'm over rapping

I'm a master