(Verse 1)
Everyday of my life
I'm jumping over hurdles
Makes me wanna go back to
Smoking that herbal
And pull back in my shell
Like a turtle
Instead I come ill with the verbal
a disciple with the way I'm penning
My text
asthmatic spitting getting a pain
In my chest
Cough out the phlegm
There's no rest for the wicked
Lyrically I'm gifted
Spiritually lifted
By the drum and the snare
I'm Drifting into the air
I'll eventually come down
But I don't know where
All these haters with ice cold
Glares
I got pure heat to melt away
All of those stares
A bunch of plushy care bears
I could easily tear
You Catch my drift
I'm breaking the clutch like I forgot
To shift
So I insist
That you cease and desist
there's no need to resist
When we can both coexist
(hook)
Man I came up
rhyming in the street
Then graduated to digging in the crates For beats
Now I devour mics with my speech
I'm on a new plateau out of every ones reach
I came up
rhyming in the street
Then graduated to digging in the crates For beats
Now I devour mics with my speech
I'm on a new plateau I'm out of every ones reach
(verse 2)
Now who can compete?
Against a true mc that keeps his
Ear to the street
Running over tracks
like I'm prepped for the next meet
Jumping over buildings now
Is just a small feat
I'm inspirational
People listen to the words that I speak
We all have dreams
But this music keeps me from going to sleep
in fear of what the devil may reap
I sold my soul All for my flow
And still there's nothing to show
Except what's written on these old scrolls
Tolken tales of ogres and internet trolls
Burning down bridges collecting
The toll
Be a cautious traveler while walking
these roads
The Path can easily erode lost and frustrated about to explode
Exposed to the elements
no sight of your home
face it your all on your own








Plateau

All good deeds

(hook)
(Verse 1)
I know everything is alright
When I have an mbox
With a mic
And the production is tight
I'm hazardous
They call hazmat When I write
And the levels of arsenic spike
My flow
Ya it floods Over levies and dykes
My life is a toss of the dice
When you roll with real men
Mixed in with the mice
The sunshine is nice
But fuck around
The 519
it will make you think twice
So we walk like our wires
Are spliced
oh Christ
I admit I was once enticed
By the glimmer of ice
Then found the beauty in the lyrics
I write
Dropping  gems and catching
Flight
Its unknown why I'm so damn hype
music is universal
Fuck the fact that I'm white
Y'all are stressed cause you ain't holding it right
vampiric afraid of my light
Ignited and turned to ashes onsite
Plus I'm epic with my knuckles
I'm looking to fight
(hook)
I'm only penning classics
The ink dripping on these pages is pure magic
Settle down with the dramatic
Visualize my speech and see the cinematic
I'm jumping over beats like I'm acrobatic
Measurements and mathematics
Rebuilding the game I got the schematic
I'm only penning classics
The ink dripping on these pages is pure magic
visualize my speech and see the cinematic
(Verse 2)
I'll spit till I'm asthmatic
While you hold your breath
And something happens that's tragic
I'm faded an swerving trough the traffic
Laughing
While your at work worried your bitch
Is smashing
Sorry that I'm dashing
dressed in the latest fashion
I lack jewels so I don't be flashing
But I kill cymbals while they're
Clashing
Diving head first
Of course I'm splashing
Talking trash mad tongue lashes
That open gashes
Rope a dope like I'm cassius
Fully clothed
sleeping on the mattress
because of drinking habits
I can't hack it
I belong in a straight jacket
Infused the colors on the palette
Fractured thoughts jotted on the tablet
The last rhyme I'm trying to match it
Its hard when your only penning classics
Slight of hand with the pen
Its all magic
Bottle it up
slap on a patent
Now you know its pure talent
(hook x2)

Pure magic


re-recorded 

beat from l'orange old soul

I just want to speak the truth
So why not write sixteens
And drop it ill in the booth
I'm at the bottom so really there's
Nothing to lose
I have a Scared soul
With an ego that's bruised
I don't bust tools
But pity the fool
That want a tussle koop
I keep it liver then most
Of these so called crews
Dismantling groups
Without ever leaving the stoop
You know I'm in the zone
When my eyelids droop
I get chills when drum and baselines loop
I'm an addict
patch cords are deep in my veins
Always on ten
While I travel the astral plane
Searching my soul for change
Only to awake to what remains
Of my physical frame
I guess my sub conscious
Is stuck in its ways
I truly believe my sub conscious may be stuck in its ways
And here I was only looking for change

(hook)
Now who do you talk to
when you feel no one is listening
Where do you drift to
When you see what you envisioning
What do you do when you feel
You lost ambition
Here's the transition trough
Radio transmission
Sit it down and pen an ill
Composition
Listen up
Tune in to the radio transmission
And I'm gonna pen an ill
Composition

So go on stand up
And pay attention
As I float trough the air
Apparently under suspension
This is my ascension
While Christians are stressing
That I'm under some sort
Of demonic possession
I need a confession
And truly I'm unruly
So who am I too question
An atheist who's always
Second guessing
I admit its pretty damn
Refreshing
I gotta keep moving cause
I'm never happy resting
So careful who your testing
I transform like the full moon
Is cresting
Gather the villagers
And collect all the weapons
Or nod your head to the session
In acceptance
Either way
You'll still feel my presence
Now who's in need of repentance
Splash holy water on all those
In attendance


Transmission

re-recorded better quality 
beat is off of l'orange the manipulation ep no friend of mine track 7

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