igor botur - lazy monday xxvii

I REALIZED THEY WAS AFRAID OF ME

ONCE I STOPPED FEARING MYSELF

I’M MR. BEAT EVERYONE ELSE

I’M MYSTERY MAKING MY MARK 

I USED TO PICK AT MY SCABS 

TO FIND THE HURT IN MY ART

USED TO STARE AT THE SKY AND TELL IT TO SPLIT A PART 

I’M A YOUNG MIYAGI EXPOSING MY BRUTAL START 

NO MATTER IT’S MARTIAL NO MATHERS

I WAXED POETIC ON WAX OFF AND ON CLOCK 

TIL MY BARS GOT TIMELESS AS A ROLEX WRIST WATCH 

AMERICA, THE ROAD TO HELLS PIT STOP

EVERY GHETTO LOOKING LIKE A FAILED FIELD OF CASH CROP

THAT’S WHY I AIN’T LOYAL TO THE SOIL 

I’M LOYAL TO THE SEED 

THAT’S WHAT I CARRY IN ME

THAT’S WHAT YOU CARRY IN YOU 

PLANT MY FLAG IN THE PLANET AND TURN INTO A WOMB

I’M PROUD OF MY SKIN TONE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

ME INSIDE THE COUPE TO THEM IS A WHOLE COUP

ROLLING WITH SOME HEN PLOTTING MY NEXT MOVE

CAUSE IF YOU MAKE THEM  CHICKENS FLY THE PIGS MIGHT FLY TOO

IN DOUBT_155_DEMO

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