Misunderstood Kid - MY STYLE I CHOOSE

The style I choose is straightforward, not animated
I always contemplate whether I'd be or not
Evolution through the sound is key
But my story is what I want to be quality for the experience of my audience
The prophetic mind, not very melodic
Its contribution would help
But my gifted attribute is to lyrically scintillate through song
Ventilate hidden emotion, right or wrong
Insinuate danger to any artist attacking my character
Becoming false lauded characters over characters
Economic capitalized off of letters
My response is uppercasing the N-I-N-E, backspacing your conscious
Erase potential opulence
Your value I derogate with the most modest intent
This is the blueprint of the style I choose
My gift is the mind, not the sound Saturate the bass with the heat, perk the taste when I speak
Amplify the love through the speech, quality all the time, I'm a beast
(Man these niggas better)
Fall back
My vocab is to wide for it to be dumbed down
Soul to the roots is obsolete with that mindset
Crime fest of the ones around with pure passion
Soul below the roots for the ones with sanitized quote on quote classics
Overloaded track list, on this beat, I'm floating immaculate
Style miraculous, unlatching the unlimited rounds
No skip verses over this beautiful attraction of sound
Comprehend the cons of my monotone but my gift is gram
Good dope I give out, surrounded by grands with this song finished in one round
Timeless paintings, no bristles bent, bend words, change definitions
Whistle, snakes in the grass, down they try to bring me, well I'm a show them why they all king me
My gift is the mind, not the sound
Saturate the bass with the heat, perk the taste when I speak.
Amplify the love through the speech, quality all the time, I'm a beast
Throughout time, the world's been spinning, mankind very known to not like change
Soul and samples I was raised up on, trap drums and bass, I cannot relate
But I'm itching to experiment
1st feature over that type of beat
But like my sound, I ain't mastered yet
But who the fuck is anybody to put a cap on my creative state
Disaster of mess I was, full plate of my words I ate back up
Squandered potential, people wasn't feeling it
But my cup empty, ok let me just refill it
To remind y'all who the fuck I am, to get this flow
Had to crawl through the nooks and crans
To get it, king handling business, real nigga rapping, it's only me and I ain't never finished
My gift is the mind, not the sound
Saturate the bass with the heat, perk the taste when I speak
Amplify the love through the speech, quality all the time, I'm a beast

Written by:
Khristopher Logan

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