Lyrics The Foundation - Journalist 103

Yeah. It's time for all y'all to pay attention. We at the start of the beginning. New hip-hop has come. But that real shit that come back and take over...

Yo, now that the foundation been laid and my pillars complete
Allow me to say my piece—I'll make it brief
My goal is to unleash that lyrical inner beast
That's been starvin'. Now it's time to feast
Let's put it to a cease, as long as I'm rockin' a steady beat
I'mma cock back and aim my piece
At the belly of the beast-type Machine that [?] 'em at rage against
I'm ain't strivin' for the dollars or cents
I'm considered America's nightmare, problem for the Senate
Just cause I spit it how I live it
I try to make my tone coincide with my actions
While the rest of you rap niggas are merely actin'
I'm here to bring the damage every time they put me in the booth
I'mma get loose, spilling the truth. So don't dispute
A child of God. A [Luke-mind?] disciple
I'll follow the prophet until it's final
And I can follow suit and spit a bunch of braggadocious rhymes
And tell ya how ya boy is the greatest of all time
But when I watch the news and I hear the [?] that died
To brag on myself is really a waste of time
But I do promise you this: within every rhyme
You gon' hear potency on a level sublime
[?] general ordered to lead the blind
From the depths of darkness—follow so you can shine
Welcome to the album, Journ' "Reporting Live!"
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