Eric Dutton - Hybrid (Freestyle)

I'm a five course meal, y'all are animal slop
I am the man for the job, higher than canopy tops
Playing picture perfect D, get my hand in your shot
You had cinematic dreams but the planet forgot, whoa
Take a stack, I am steady getting paper back
Like I'm writing my book and I get major flack
But the general consensus it's a private matter
I got that higher power diamond flower hybrid shatter
Feelin' squeaky clean, peachy keen, we gon' see
Who the fuck been stabbing my back, sneaky fiends
Like the shaking of tree limbs is making me see things
Hallucinating' worries gonna blow like a bee sting
Flip me the bird, you better back up like Sichting
World so dense, not even the sun can heat this
So give it a minute to catch its breath, for fuck sake
I ain't never seen a tough break so difficult
No hands for these Fruedians slipping
I'm a voice of a generation, impossible mission
But I'm feeling myself bigly, quickly
Tie my shoelaces together but I am knot tripping
Got a vision that's not set in stone
Whatever blows I took, I never show the scars beneath my bitter soul
Winters go and come and still I'm cold, so I'm feeling no
Remorse for the demons that lay defeated, I'm a victor, so
I put my hands in the air, fist pump triumphant
For once in my life, maybe I can be something
Other than my own captor, set me free
And let me be me cause we are not on the same frequency
Let's settle this thing peacefully
Recently, I feel as if you ain't had the decency
To even fight fair
But that's fine, cause I'm an insomniac's worst nightmare
Caught in the crosshairs, lost at the crossroads
Probably not fair, all that I control
Is out of my hands now, the sands of time
Grip me too tight and I stand defiant
Can't decide between the left or right
Exercise, keeping this shit extra tight
So I can maneuver before I end up a Hoover
Before my life wanes down and my friendship behooves ya
To be a better man, I'm a lost cause waiting
Whether God's got favorites, a hellscape to suit ya
Look at me, that's some '13 shit
Not Apollo but the years, where the decade went?
Sharpened my craft, get a cut of the cheddar
Feeling under the weather but ready to rain down on ya
Hundreds of letters in nanoseconds to bump
Turn 'em into bars, let the radio thump

Written by:
Eric Dutton

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