I vow never to let no mans opinion of my work to ever affect my truth

Spilling out my heart whenever I step in the booth

A perfect mix of hard labor, I’m all prayed up

Do my best to leave the rest to the Lords favor, he gave me the path

I see my destiny unfold daily

Seek wisdom in my inner sense

I know no limit since I been a testament to miracles in broad daylight

I’m on a mission far greater than debates about what ya’ll rate em

It’s a new dimension that I’m bringing to life

Listen to my passionate aggression as I breath on the mic

When you’re this blessed you never needing the hype

Critics say I might just be too obsessed with the need to be right

But when you’re X and everything that you write or fathom could be prophetic,

You ain’t easily liked

Sike! I’m on my toes like a thief in the night

Same reason my balaclava never leaving my side

[inhale, exhale]

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[inhale, exhale]

Give em a Cure

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Cure

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[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

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This is a Cure

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Might aswel put me on repeat cause all’o my ish need rewinding

From the very moment you encounter it

It’s not to be compared to all’o the counterfeits that barely got the mileage

This a classic ol’ audio buffet to the script

Plus I’m quick to tell a chic to take a picture of me riding in that silver bullet and testify

That it look like your boy cocked and pressed a 9 (blaawww!)

Msab’ ungamazi

Don’t let me look you dead in the eye

Swear some of my lines tend to incite lyrical minds

There’s never been none as prolific before

Who claim they’re sick? I came to give em a Cure

So motherly,

Leave your throat covered in peppermint liquor

Thats flu shots, your should check the fine print for the ballistic report

Juggling rap and pyramid schemes with a 3000 piece puzzle scattered across my living room floor

Said it before

Should they toss me one of these mics

Then they gon have to white chalk, yellow tape quarantine sites

Even when I ain’t the topic of the discussion

Still my name tend to pop up as a subject, need no introduction

Could give a damn what they’re droppin’,

I’m a fly dude in my bag, what I carry-on me could get outta pocket and ...BANG!

And that thing don’t miss

Got dope phenes hella restless all itching for that A1 piff

When I’m in the stu with my apron fitted

Free throwing the kitchen sink with an 8ball in it!

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

Give em a Cure

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

Cure

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

This is a Cure

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

[inhale, exhale]

You can see the tears fallen on be concrete

That represent the pain of my people, we been thru it

Tired of pretending I’m free

When the look in my eyes is a peakat my dirty laundry

A piece of my heavy heart breaks

At the thought of the lives that were lost, feel it weighing on me

I should be praying for rain

Instead I can’t help but cry my beloved country

No amount words will ever be enough to console me over the loss of a loved one

I Need God to intervene, azo shay iround

Still missing is’Grizza im wounded inside out

The irony is

she put us onto puzzles, wit a 500 piece back when we was still kids

A lesson on picking up the pieces when things fall apart..how are you the missing..piece

You’re forever in my heart

Memories that I hold oh so dear to me, make me feel like heaven isn’t far

I find peace knowing that in you I got an angel

On this road of self discovery, every step Im cured and healed

Walking w/ the grace of God and iv never been more fulfilled