You can use it, or lose it, glad you don’t abuse it
You never know whose watching till you observe, i see the words you serve
And now I know, I see it in your art, spoken from the start, written through sympathy touched your heart, I dig it though, love the flow, let me tell you
I am Don THE ART, keep playing your part, you on the right path, after recovery deeper emotions become a discovery, no longer numb, hard not to be real, and start to feel, but this may be the process of starting to heal
Struggling to find a rhyme , happens time after time, no one line can define, im walking on life 9 , these are Emotions of mine, use it , just don’t lose it , maybe the truth is at this moment I cant record it, hard to afford it, but I don’t abort it, here’s my lines, giving you full permission to snort it, take it into that brain, that like mine goes insane, I know how hard it can be to explain, such a strange mental pain hence why you feel as though you spitting the same story again an again
Don’t get it twisted, these words one day I will enlist it, on my way, taking steps every day, these words will one day push play, make my sound, be lifted up from underground, it’ll all be found, at this moment im soft and sound till I can afford it, to record it, they beg,sign sign me,well im here in my words you can find me , my life i rap to my heart beat, give the words they seek, emotions of mine life 9 its just a sneak peak, my destiny is what im trying to meet, guess I have to do it the hard way, but there will be a day, where there’s a will there’s a way
Why start over, now and then I look back, an give thanks for the place Im at, its hard to explain that I literally rap insane , going back to that place again an again in my mental brain, let them speak & debate, let some love and some hate, let some judge & relate, this is our fait , to be great, directed hate, sent into a psychotic state, to come back and be great, fulfil this fait, demonic, turned super fucking sonic, trip tronic, super speed, serve the words you need, just remember in Diablo we don’t believe
No Gangster G homee,im me, im a infinity 8 knocking on heavens gate, I guess im running late, already on life 9 spitting emotions of mine, till the end of the line, quikly running out of time, sniff it and snort it, cant abort it, find away to afford it, then fucking record it, I need no reward for it, no need a applaud it,in your brain I install it, use it or lose it, just don’t snooze it, no time to delay, no time such as today, here these words lay, what did you say? To soft an subtle hay, timing is everything and it seems to be the key, who taught this to me, you got a usb, but u cannot store me
Let me go yo yo, when I record it, once I afford it, ill release all this insane brain has stored, my mind is never bored, my words swing like ali;s gloves, like Hercules sword
So much memory, a usb can never define me, 1000 gig, that’s not even big, I’ll fill that with one flow, the alphabet lives in me, Im not a gangster gee, im a infinity 8 knocking on heavens gate
I keep going I keep flowing steal it , reveal it, aslong as you feel it, sign it and seal it, this is the real shit
Im an infinite 8 ….im running late….yet still knocking on heavens gate …
To be continued ...
