Lyrics GOSPEL. - TECHNICIAN.

Eyes on the truth, it don't always mean riches
Ignore the bitches
Notice sometimes it is you, soul and mind could be snitches
Spiritual glitches
Run em up
Smoking down the stemmed pain
Coping, down and drown in champagne
To Allah
Known by beautiful names
One more for those who those who shielded my brain
Woah
Since i'm 11, man i been dying over heaven
Wondering what it would be like just to fly there
Embodied by 7 the moment i became a freshman boy
To save me that boutta be a big prayer
Stand clear
Bless me by honourable mention among the generation yet to come for me
Creatively score indomitable stories, repentance through poetry
Grow with me
Jealously boring me
Envy and greed, blemished souls, cut my throat
With a sword that glows blue
We search for foul seed, to burn to down into coals, a scapegoat
That could always be you
Who
Got you but you, read my truth like a Sheik
Food for soul, for those who rarely speak
You overdosing deep on self defeat
Kill the old me mans is certainly enemy
Xiety wire serpentine ideology
Look at myself
Fuck your shit up
Glares in the mirror, been reveal my father
I'm aging, but not at my peak
Stop
Wait for the beat drop
The clear revelation
The beast conquered
Slipping on steep rock
I'm punching the bleak clock
The clear revelation
Beast conquered
I'm teaching the

Tempo

Stick to your craft
And you make it your bitch
You blessed, you can feel it
The musical healing
Wrapped warm like fresh knit on your skin
Lost track of counting
My blessing
Deception
Regressing my ego
Whoever gives thanks benefitting his own soul
The shit you drop has been so so
Butterfingers, too afraid to let go
Let the energy out till you popping a chest bone
Fuck
Ladies and gentlemen
Clink our betterment
Toast to the previous better men
7th level with beat selection
I adjust the levels, EQ manifesting
Speak your heart, you could be a legend
Peer off the ledge and

Do not mix the truth with falsehood or conceal the truth while you know it
And speak to the people good words
I'm too afraid to sleep, I don't show it
Neck open to soldiers
Move in the dark cause a backslide
Clap back at the cap to my peptides
Rasterize
My whole team dream on a screen for all y'all's pleasing
A 9-5 treason
Be me till they line up, to purchase the breath that i'm breathing
Give fuckboys a reason
I'll eat like a shark that is teething
And lead example
Energy i breed got them feigning
The sun today been fucking gleaming
I pray for legends that we lost to the feeling
To fit in is something they needing
That ain't why your heart is still beating