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Flea Hype

Lyrics:

Perfection, not even reflection, of the word it is, how absurd shit gets, the race to face a blurred out canvas, just to discuss this forced man’s plots. Of how he see the universe, wanna screw and curse. Healthy difference for selfish gift that’s, on him, he’s evil and bondin’, wit’ the shovel a hurry bury of respondin’. What ya wanna hear? That’s what he asks, himself, his dim self is not them tasks, it’s that he throw fits at me and you and so on, masks it as befriending us, shit, we’ll be in caskets if we go on, letting the setting of every one go gun getting, fighting for own ideas, of perfection, I’m writing my own right here’s, in this perception. 1, it is what it is, somewhat, don’t need to always go come to strut, out ‘bout I got a lot of hate for the way it is, in fact that intact can be great the way it is, ya get this? If we don’t have the ani-mals pals, then where go the greater, good for the forests, the cities where we flourish, the pities get enormous but it too late. So befo’ we go and spew hate, be thankful. And that’s for us in shapes and ways that safes to says, are not the same but hey, don’t mean they lame in them other ways. But also 2, watch out for when they do, that at the BS that we face, I see stress in the place of ‘Merica, other places too of spaces few. For us to be safe, the strafe is ever flying, trying to take down, make ‘round a fighting, constant, on print we can threaten, but I’m seeing some go dumb and truly headin’, down the route, mass shooting, amass rooting for the attention, they get at THEY ascension. And for them, the whole shit they get a gem. Sorry if I’m rambling, my thoughts off oughts are scrambling. So then 3, if 1 and 2 are balance, in it is what it is but also challenge. When shit ain’t aight, then let get it right … but of course right is to each one, different to teach one, how to live your life from, the bum at the bottom, but you ain’t “GOT ‘EM!”. Nah, why do we label worth? Brings me to 3 up on this Earth. He/she/they, whatever they may say, has some girth, no need to put ‘em in the dirt, inflict hurt, why we been sick in short, for sport, gunning down people’s emotions, the notions and what is expected turn ugly, respected not by all, I get but what the fret, we do is true to us feeding off what bothers us, shit’s unhealthy, and those who choose, to see the wealthy as better as well. Hell, they ain’t, we all is one, we fall under the sun. It’s hard for me to write a story, incite the roaring, soaring being in me take flight and make “right”, the gory purgatory that some is dwelling in, cause I’ve been there and done that, when scared I run at, the same loop and no hoop, no friend group, get me out but my doubt keep me no end to, get by, so yo I let my thoughts do the talking. I don’t wanna fall victim like how I depict them, nightmares of rulers who is users, they abusers, they ain’t chilling like coolers. And who’s the, real, to each they own. At least to me, a beast who be so grown. They know they a pro, best kept to understand. Perfection is perception, it’s all in ya own hand. In ya own hand. 

Perfection. It’s ya own perception.
Perfection. It’s ya own perception.
Perfection. It’s ya own perception.
Perfection. It’s ya own perception.

Find peace inside, you’ll be living a great life. And follow ya heart, but make sure to take your brain with you. Protect your peace, smarts, smarts and understanding of peace, bring peace your way.

Perfection, Perception (Prod. fleafriends)

Lyrics:

Uh, uh, keep it going, keep it going.
Uh, uh, keep it going, keep it going.

Keep it, going.
Keep it, going.
Keep it, going.
Keep it, going.

Keep it, going.
Keep it, going.
Keep it, going.
Keep it, going.

I’ve been, surviving, doing all I can in this life man. Striving, surviving, pursing a life span in due time man. I go out at my own pace, my grown face is still so young, my zone face is when I’m strung, from the fun that I’ve done. I just wanna, be happy on my terms of interest, I just gotta, lotta, trauma that I’m a. Let slide, I bet my problems are revolvers, only in appearance, if we use clearance we see they toy choppers, only young boy stoppers, I’ve grew past that last trap, my true fast rap from way back I didn’t know could hurt a bro. Uh, uh, is it so much better, to be the one who let up? For me I’d rather get up. Forge my own, I combine some line from what I hone in, I’m doing it, I wanna be me, uh, uh uh.

Keep It Going (Prod. fleafriends)

Lyrics:

How can I support, all my friends at once? I’m not a robot, I go out and ‘fend off dunce, like ideas that light up my fears, to fight up my tears, that’ll be a battle for years. My peers, some friends I wanna help, sly jeers, from bends that hurt my self, taught me to get back up harder, but also turned me to a guarder of my heart and, now how do I get started? Slippery Path, I’m sipping the wrath of glass half empt’, I dreamt of fame, but that chase I face of hearing my name, brings up casualties, things that go dazzle me. How can I support, all my friends at once? Wow, man I’m short of ends a bunch. Didn’t think, I’d sink down this far, but gotta make the people happy, right? I’m sappy, I’m just aight, I must slight. Be mean to be truly seen, accepted, by having neglected those who I chose to really like … clearly I don’t like this sight. I might go disappear, from the slum I’ve come, to see as arguing, I ain’t tryna barter sling, my martyr thing as a weapon, I’m steppin’ as a soul, who’s so kind, what yo mind do can’t place a hole. Down my goal, this is therapeutic. When did it then traverse to a worse bend. Again, that doesn’t end this Slippery Path, I’m ripping the arts even with the gaffe. I know I can make laugh, I grow and show I go, do things that flew like wings, my fly spit, sky high shit. What became of the game where I wouldn’t pause, have the balls to spit my calls and do it fo’ no mo’ cause, than the fucking love of it, I ran not ducking shoving shit, no fear of who near, hating my publishing, rating be a snub bitching, nah that’s just how ya pitching, my art in yo ears, to yo friends who o’vo’ years, I hope will see, I’ll be still all G. G for Good, see the should in life a myth. Do as you please, don’t freeze if it ain’t with, consequence for others who on this tense, Earth, for what it worth we need to un-fence. How can I support, all my friends at once? By being me, seeing the star within my heart. I can choose to spar, be on par with where this start. Or maybe I can use a boost of muse to chart, up up and away, I’m a super hero. Love your self, you ain’t above ya health, you ain’t a trooper zero. You have meaning, I love what I’ve seen in, your face grinning, in this win bliss case of winning.

Problem Solved (Prod. fleafriends)

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