Out Here

*NON-PROFIT*

Lyrics:
i got people putting guns to my head
they be thinking that they'd pull the trigger
seeing that im always dead 
they walk away with bands, they making 16 figures
ima bout to cop an 8th and im making music bigger
i dont even give a shit or i dont understand
feel like im the only person who's making any plans
i got 3 whole hunters right at my back
they doing some molly knocking out hyper fast
i cant do nothing while im sitting here deep in grief
feel like someone took something out of me that is  a thief
Something that is scary i just grin when i bleed
Im gonna knock you out while i shout and break your teeth
UUAAAGGGHHHHHH
IMA BIG FUCKING MONSTER
YOU COULDVE JUST RUN AND HIDE FROM ONE ANOTHER
BUT I COULD BE WRONG WATCH YOUR RIGHT IMA FIRE
IMA KILL THIS SHIT WHILE I STAY HIGHER
I DONT WANNA BECOME ONE OF THOSE RUNNERS
WHILE I CHASE YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS WE ARE HUNTERS

I dont want anyone to see me like this
I cause 50 problems and its all a fist
Confusing there drama to me just to put me in the mix
They wanna collab and talk how theyd make a hit
I dont really care if lose what i have now
Im at my prime and my happy place has been found
You wanna know what i really hate now
they be thinking that there better while they think that im pretty much loud
I got energy to push me right back into sound
Just another dog wishing luck back to the pound
They got drugs and they’re face just to prove it right now
Im gonna hope just to see fighting out with a crown
I dont think they are ready for this beat and my sound
I got aggression built up so high people see from town

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Reflective storytelling.

Written/Recorded by: Lyssa True Poet
Production by: KingCandQueenT (The Conjure instrumental - Ancestors album) 
Mixed/Mastered by: David Grants

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I sit, I think, I overstress
I sit, I think I'm over stress
No stop, don't think
Or I'll pull a red... flag out
What I told my head is,
I sit, I think, I overstress
I sit, I think I'm over stress
No stop, don't think
Or I'll pull a red... flag out
What I told my head and
Every second I waste is another gone
Every second I hate myself I pawn
My happiness; its like mowin' the lawn,
Cut and catch but I'm pushin' on
Its no one's fault
Besides my own and
No ones called
When I check my phone,
But my girlfriend said she's proud of me
Wish I could take her downtown with me
And around the street
See how I be
Feelin' cowardly we're both power-free,
No control besides over the phone
So when I get in my own head
I get in a zone
Where nobody can roam,
Just me alone
And I analyze, seein' past the sights
Right between my eyes
And I feel like a gnome
Stuck guardin' a home
Growin' outta my dome.
My headspace
Is like the dead weight
In the west bay
Of a jet plane
Goin' supersonic,
"But, Luke, you got this"
No, Luke's a novice
In a constant mosh-pit
And he feels iconic
Like a drink from Sonic
Got a ring-in-an-office
Phone call from Logic
Its true-man
I'm feelin' atomic
Sober boy sippin' gin and tonic
And I grin, I got it
Rappin' on a saw its
Just a puppet homage
Takin' radiation like they do in comics
And I kinda messed up, but what I meant was:
I bombed it.
See what I mean?
I can rap like a breeze,
Slowin' it down now to limit the streams
They're flowin' in, geez
Gimme a minute to breathe,
Sike
Then I get on my knees.
"Please, God
I could use a break,
Break in the game makin' ruins, k?
I could use my name to make losers say,
'Hey. Maybe I'm great,
Maybe I could create somethin' outta my lane'"
Its the moments in life when you feel like a grain of rice,
That you can summon the rain
Wash away all the pain
And then fly like a plane
Then I sit, I think, I overstress
I think, I think, I need closure guess what?
I'm not done in the game yet
I'm not runnin' away yet,
I make subs and a bass flex
I'm a hip hop made debt
With a hip hop made head,
I'm not done in the game yet,
So I've come to reclaim that brain, yep
I think its true, I'm rejuvenatin'
Call me Uncle Drew, I'm in tune with hate and
With a dribble move, I shoot and shake 'em
Sunkin' three, with a wave from fate and
Call me Lillard, Damian- ball hot like Satan
Swishin' in then I turn to face him
My competition's just a mirror waitin'
For me to fear and break it
Then I see myself, which I'm actually fine with
See my face that I actually vibe with
See my hair, analyze my eyelids
With the anxiety there below all of the kindness
It rips apart my highest times it
Feels like, its addicted to violence
Its a civil war every time I try and
Do work, school, and even write its
Tearing me down, physically I might just explode,
Say bye to life and run away
Far away, to a desert island
Take Natalie there and try and build a life with it
Run away from life for like, 5 minutes
Goodbye anxieties and my stresses,
Goodbye credit score and my debits
Run away from life and then like it
Switch it up now, feelin' like I might get
A little psychic
Cause my side kick
Is this white chick
From the west-side
Call her Shark-Jet
In my life its
Almost time witch,
Let's go vibe and
Take a date night
To a drive-in
I don't hate life
When we're fightin'
We both play nice,
Call her wifin'
I will take time
To make her mine in
Findin' diamonds
A village I'm in
Like the dine-in
She comes ridin'
On a horse now,
To come find me
Heart pourin' out
For the wifey
Kinda short and
Kinda feisty
But I know now
That she likes me
Natalie,
Let's go and sight see.

Sit and Think

Sit And Think

“I WANT ALL THAT” 

Produced by Waytoogone

Written By Justin Moultrie

Engineered by Fritztheengineer

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