Moving In the Shadows

I look into the vortex

This swirling of my musical content

My dreams are far-fetched

My skills are real

But the game is complex

I keep it honest

Spent life savings

With little progress

Release recognizance

No podcast blog on internet

Accomplishments

Can't pay for them

Its all nepotism

Game made for them

They all related

To someone famous

Born and already made it

I'm long ignored

Got no tour

Radio; can't even pay it

Its all about the back end

Back at it square one

So I flip this package

Moving in the shadows of the old

Music industry

Drugs and pretty things

Get trafficked just so we can succeed

Tell the stories in our songs

To make waves and history

How will they all know who we are

How will they all know who we are

Always leave a different crime scene

These lights so bright

They shine like high beams

Now we're going at a high speed

Running from police

To avoid these felonies

Don't break elbows and keys

I just move weight

And write these melodies

My ladies cause jealousy

Won't let this game envelope me

They try to develop me

Find a better me

Cuz I get that blue cheese

Like celery

Whistle blow conspiracy

Pelican brief

Get pussy while your forced into celibacy

Your irrelevancy doesn't bother me

Don't care who your mother or your father be

Go as hard as me

You're not as hot as me

Fuck your ass up

Like we're talking sodomy

Moving in the shadows of the old

Music industry

Drugs and pretty things

Get trafficked just so we can succeed

Tell the stories in our songs

To make waves and history

How will they all know who we are

How will they all know who we are

I will live another life

Endless possibilities

Pocket full of presidents

Who are now so long deceased

I don't have no kids

So I leave it all to charity

How will they all know who we are

How will they all know who we are

Break it down now

Heard fame is blinding

Must be cuz I'm always here grinding

I rhyme with timing

Always wound up

Never unwinding

Spend spare time

Putting in work

In a system I can't subvert

Get pissed 'til it hurts

Won't stop 'til I'm put in the dirt

Then return

Like a Mummy that's cursed

Got a bubble to burst

Break coffin, out the hearse

My bad gotta finish a verse

With definitive words

Smoke rib

From hitting the herb

Your bird

Got a kick to the curb

Done giving the slurp

You can tell from the cum in her burp

I don't love her

Treats a brother like a wonder of earth

Giving hummers always mumbling words

Every summer I'm punishing her

Your phone number is a bummer to her

Moving in the shadows of this whole

Music industry

Drugs and pretty things

Get trafficked just so we can succeed

Tell the stories in our songs

To make waves and history

How will they all know who we are

How will they all know who we are