verse1 
it’s like I, hear the same damn things is it a truth or a lie 
losin time, my brain can’t change, you decide 

well who am I? 
I’m speaking to you inside, leave ya lungs I leave you breathless
anger always pensive I reflect it, buildin towards my ascension, 
I had a lack of direction, a common balance 
I always question 
son of god, father of luci I’m burnin up in the atmosphere 
we gettin loose off the juice I’m just glad I made it this year 
what you see is never, what you hear I’m contemplating thoughts before you they appear 
i made it real and that is what they fear 
I’m the truth in ya ear up in the booth I hit ya cranium inside ya walls I’m painting em 

it’s not that fake woke shit, it’s not that lyrical shit 
it’s why they hatin em, it’s not trap rap shit go get ya pack forget the strap once this shit hits the streets they never comin back from this 

verse2
uh look
no hook or a chorus, and imma make it sound good
let’s get into this shit cause I wish a motherfucker would 
I still double what you do a week 
forget the book, I’m still livin like we still in the street 
they took the sound and bit it that shit is still weak 
all my pen is unique, we workin shit out even the pad flexin oblique 
multiply is what I do, my actions what speak 
to die by 25 to 22s servin life or grindin my soul out of these fuckin shoes, huh
imma be winnin even if I fuckin lose, to thoughts of sinnin, I still got the urge to use 
so light the fuse, we livin life some people never choose, 
in they feelins, egos black and blue, do it for the green, we mixin grey and red this canvas on the news 
do you prey for bread or would you ever shoot? 
they not ready for me, aye, we gettin paid in full

session.3

promise(prod.lordsorrow)

Get Away- 3_25_22, 10.08 PM JustD4ve👁

Political Science

[$MOKEZ]:
All I hear is 6666.
Slim, he gon pimp up on yo bitch. 

Walkin' round fucked up, 
can't get rich. 
Thumbin' thru my phone,
can't send that text. 

Stunna mane keep that glock on left.
Blow my own smoke don't pass no mid. 

Everythang coo til a nigga get hit. 
Sufferin' a lot since a muhfuckin kid. 

Know iss eternal.
Sick n I'm sippin for days.
I'm timid impatient, im itchin fo change.
If it ain't purple, then I ain't sippin, no way. 
You niggaz be different.
I'm glad we ain't same. 

[TRAGIIC]: 
Im walkin around wit my hoodie up
Blunt in my pocket
Im ready to spark it up bitch
Niggas let media influence em
Got no personality
Gon ruin em bitch
So many scars up on my heart and bloody tears
Red demon sword
We straight slicin thru his gear
Ion even get no sleep
A nigga wish he wasnt here
Hella demons in my room
But never showin signs of fear

So i sip till i faint
And i smoke till i cant
So i sip till i faint
And i smoke till i cant

 I am so broken
Chillin in my dungeon sippin potions
Magical ice wizard in the winter gotchu frozen
Rollin another blunt
I gotta get it goin
That marijuana kush it really hittin in the morning
Keepin my composure to the torcher in my head
Sufferin a lot
Like a nigga feel dead
Suppressed my emotions
Gotta face it like a man
Ion wanna fuckin talk
I just wanna make sum bans

[$MOKEZ]:
All I hear is 6666.
Slim, he gon pimp up on yo bitch. 

Walkin' round fucked up, 
can't get rich. 
Thumbin' thru my phone,
can't send that text. 

Stunna mane keep that glock on left.
Blow my own smoke don't pass no mid. 

Everythang coo til a nigga get hit. 
Sufferin' a lot since a muhfuckin kid.

Tragiic x $mokez - “Eternal”

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