Текст песни Thinker On The Rise - Kid God feat. You F. Oh

Ahhh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

Staring out my window
Watching clouds electric slide
I only sleeping in rainstorms
And find peace during July
What can I say?
What can I say?
Cause see the life of dreamers spacing out
Is nothing to the public eye
But I am here to say
This is the thinker on the rise
What can I say?
What can I say?

Yo, Uh
Cause really there is nothing I could blurt out
That's gonna change your mind
If your opinion's on the ride out
My rhymes out
Hitting a bit of the beat
It's a feat of the written degree
On the paper I see my admittance
To whimsical things
Spitting a flurry of words
Spiritual burst
Letting my aura embody my mood
Lyrics they stay
Part of me
Something like a sword to samurais
It's the extension of my voice
As I address your wondering eyes
This is my time to show you skill
Through solo battle on these beats
And afterwards
I slide and sheathe
Then blow some smoke for the deceased
And meditate
Standing through my actions and my dreams
Trying to sort out
What is wrong
And what is right
But as you see
I'm still stuck
In the middle of vicious apartheid
Rhymes Tony Stark
I be Iron Man up on this mic
Straight up menace
MC Eiht
Rappin till my brain is fried
Guess that means this food for thought
Will always cause an appetite
Haha, what can I say?

Staring out my window
Watching clouds electric slide
I only sleeping in rainstorms
And find peace during July
What can I say?
Uh, Uh
What can I say?
Cause see the life of dreamers spacing out
Is nothing to the public eye
But I am here to say
This is the thinker on the rise
What can I say?
Man, what can I say?

Let me try KG
Take it away home slice

Look
I know there's probably nothing I could blurt out
To help you fully comprehend the meaning of these words now
But my life improves
Every time that I write a verse down
And life has been a bitch
So I'm finally learning to flirt
Wow, now
I'm just a thinker on the rise
Using words as weapons
Feel them sink and watch them fly
I'm dedicated to music
On the brink of do or die
But I refuse to dumb it down
Better suited for suicide
I need to get a Golden Prize
Get on the stage in suit and tie
Thank my fans and beautiful wife
And shake hands with musical types
All my plans are usual hype
But I expect to get 'em
That's why I just sit inside
And recite them within the rhythm
Need that
House on the hilltop
House on the beach
House on the island
Crowds in the street
Thousand crying fans at my feet
Pounds of my heart
Getting drowned in the beat
Whoa
Head in the clouds
As a dreamer electric slidin
My mind is shocking
No dropping
I found that I'm best at flying
What can I say?