The9thWave - Leap of Faith

I keep it real all the way down to the pavement
No matter where i end up gravitating towards a basement
I'm bumping southernplayalistic in amazement
Much to the chagrin of my older brother Jason
I started writing raps
Oozing out my starter cap
Knowing I'm the brunt of jokes
Everybody was laughing at
They smile in your face
Maybe daily give you dap
You really broke the mold from what it is I'm looking at
Congratulations you did what you was told
Just like the rest of the nation
Predetermined bought and sold
Rat race punching a clock
To keep up with the Jones
Why hate cuz I play the game of life outside the cones
With one foot plus a toe drag inside the pylon
While Im on it it's me me me me then Dylan
Man in the mirror only one you should have ya eyes on
Took a Leap of Faith and it's a hill that Im gone die on
Lay it all on the table
Time to get it all out
Get it off of your chest
G Get to doling it out
Always talking bout rain but i ain't seeing a cloud
All this hate in ya veins what is it really about
They say maybe it's me
The way you present yourself
Only thing I think about is putting records on the shelf
Hoping you ride around and maybe feeling how i felt
Like your deserving of it all
But they gave it to someone else
I dug into my soul
Deeper than a coffin go
I be popping up every now and then
Just to let you know
To double up i doubled down
Get pretty cheeky for the dough
See me reverting back to
How i used to get it in the O
And still do
Take it or leave it
Until the odds are even
Bobbin weaving rest in peace to MF DOOM
I'm feeling like you feeling pregame in a locker room
Take every emotion i got and wrap it up inside a tune
Ok
I wonder if they feel what been keeping me in awe
What keeping me up at night
The reason i never call
Same reason i never write
Ain't got nothing to do with yall
I built every wall around me
Then fell in love with a DAW
I made it this far why i can't leave
I keep finding new tricks
Every time i roll up my sleeve
Been rubbing drumsticks together
Hoping they conduct heat
All my dues paid even if my ends don't ever meet
Push a fair amount of weight
And Im well fed
Gorilla in
Outside the room become the elephant
Ain't never been in my corner
Probably consider dead
And if you ever been in my kitchen cooking
Then we can break bread
Toast to the host
With the most
Three we almost made
Fifty fifty with this shit
Cuz he be mixing what I'm making
Got em shook
Look at em shaking
To the table bringing bacon
Cuz without the homie Pi
I'd just be another Nathan

Written by:
nathan sylak

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