Queue The Kid - Grand Rising
Heal him what my soul sayI just had a cold day
Cast away cole train
Outta body no brain
Higher than my old mane
I ain't sayin' no names
I ain't droppin' disses but these missiles is heartillery
Reminiscin' on plates full of food, so sick and tired I couldn't eat
Rather someone who need it than me, cause I be eatin' beats
Hard to go full vegan, I'm cheesin', addicted to the green
Iron Gold, heart song, ice rip, cold bong
Fumes and dope endorphins traveled up my brain was goin' long
Caught it with my whole arm, swingin' on a polearm, hangin' off a pendulum
Red will keep on risin', so don't even think bout endin' em
It's him and them the name of the wind just sent me a new script again
I ain't here defendin' or sendin' threats, what's an enemy
Whole team let that choppa spray into the air and let it breathe
Belly of the broken beast, dancin' on a dragon's Feast
Talkin' to the holy ghost brought fallen kings
No broken wings, they killed our dreams
Woke up in this matrix, theatrics construct the architects
Harder heads and harder sets, all of y'all get full respect
They might think I'm rappin', my soul and spirit just don't defect
Lay em down, I hold they neck, let life kiss em
Then pay my debts, coldest hands, got warmest hearts
Mine entangled great white sharks, kill myself, I play my part
Life blood spill, out form the art, formless dark where angels birth
Unbounded blessings shapeless curse the life you live, don't make it worse
We make the most of stainless shirts, if verses land me on a t
Guess my death what's meant to be
Dyin' every night, but I do me, paranoid of fuckin' sleep
Missin' link a mystery, off the top, I hold a key
Unlockin' The box of a slumbered mind
Dance with the devil on dotted lines
They shoot up our kids like we Columbine
See why I'm mad, why I'm outta Time
Hit the booth, just to hear the truth
We too concerned about the news
Countin' threads that make the news
I'm weavin' fate, can't pick and choose
What's old to you is new to me, am I owed to you
Then I'm in sync, I wrote it through on broken sinks
With matted fur no fancy mink
Beatin' heart bled down the Drain, it's all for love, not vain or fame
If pain is love, then beauty paints
Purple clouds with chocolate rain
Six letter names, I know I'm fucked
God is Great, I pay it up
Different story than savin' up
I spent it all, ain't save enough
If money talks, I'm solid
Written by:
Quincy Wilson
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