Attempt#1

catacombs ft lukas (prod red eyez)

My entry for Cymatics Producer Royale Round 3

Running From Something

Floozy

I was a 
prophet, honest, scholarships to college,
Hot shit, God sent, penmanship is flawless, 
Bar set, higher than the stars in, skies that I been
Walk-in, who are you to top it? Stop it. 
Lock in, imma be a boss bitch, spittin shit that’s 
Caustic, whipping in the mosh pit, makin noise for
years, like I never get exhausted, on point like a
Spear, so you know, that the flow is fuckin toxic
Gorgeous, visions of a mansion with a mortgage,
Roll in, gotties with a thottie and they foreign,
Warrin, oligarchic Bonapartes are corpses,
Oh shit, ain’t they busy goin on and on, I’m 
On like a light switch, mic flow righteous,
I sit, on the highest throne like I am Midas
Pie is in the sky, heaven’s sake I’ll be a fool if I got
Cake and eat it too, but you know that imma bite, bitch

Bite, bitch
Bite, bitch
Eugh, fuck your pious shit,
I know that I’m biased, bitch, and it sounds like
Eugh, Get hype, cuz I might switch
So ya might wanna bite, bitch

I remember when I used to truly be him
Alcoholic out and ballin’ on the weekends 
Ain’t no stuntin man was frontin on some G shit 
I was running from the trouble I was seeking 
Now I’m seeing through the fiending like a sequin
Done with stuntin from the company I’m keepin
Fuck the man I was, and damn, I ain’t no he him
Pardon me if I done broke right out the sequence!
Whoa! Ain’t nobody stuntin on a Mac no 
Mo’! Fuck a fake bro who won’t jab, No
Joke. most of those gonna stay low, laying
Woke, prayin for the wrong bag, no shame, no
Coke. Rolling up the dollars but your wallet so 
Broke. Ballin on a budget is appalling when the
Oxygen is loaded with the product and it’s potent every
Model every homie everybody on the low is on
Dope. How ya green with envy but ya don’t want
Smoke? Leanin on me heavy with the foam, no 
Hope, homie gonna quote another line, but I
Know you gonna hit another line before ya hit mine
Though, Pounding on the mountaintops and ain’t no
Snow, peakin when you tweakin and I might just
Blow, life cannot be hyphy all the time no
Mo, fight the mind’s itch, might flinch, bite, bitch.

Bite, bitch
Bite, bitch
Eugh, fuck your pious shit,
I know that I’m biased, bitch, and it sounds like
Eugh, Get hype, cuz I might switch

It was a night that’s just like the other ones
A lured sight of pure white, and there were tons 
The slight gleam of white teeth from powdered gums 
Was naive to find me not running from it 
I found me around keys, but not turning 
We’re driving to hype beats and turnt stomachs
Alive, free, we might be, but we’re flummoxed
A kind scene from light beams on mic circuits
Just three friends on weekends, I’m number four
I pretend to be trendy, wanting more
He’s leaning in and seeming into sharing scores
She’s seeming grim, but deeper in, she’s scared, of course
They don’t see the old me that’s wondering why 
I’m closing on nosebleeds, I’m dumb and I’m high 
I know we are homies, your pain isn’t mine
But know me, and you’ll see, a mangled side cuz,
You don’t know how slowly my soul leaves, I’ll never warm.
A cold breeze, could throw me forevermore, I could,
Say, “no”, but, they know I don’t mean it they takin 
More but way down low, there’s only more fiending shakin
Slow, and break it oh, I know, that I don’t need it you sure,
ly will say go, I’ll take, blow no one sees it 
I’m so, lonely from holding to some,thing for no reason 
Then I chose to like snow in all seasons I take a
quick breath, *breath* a quick death, a roll back
It slipped up, I tripped up, a bad night 
An old friend, a cold hand, a wrong track
Who knows when, I’ll glow in, the limelight 
I knew then, I know now, my bones crack
From old blood that flows under my sight
It’s true then, I told how, the old Mac
Wound up dead, from chowing down on their first bite, bitch

Scars

Kid Carmy

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