Xav the Ripper - Artificial

They just focused on the trends
That they copy...
But I'm hooked on hieroglyphics
My philosophy Is age defyin
Understood like I was 99
They call me iron giant
You been on my spirit island
Ain't no need for psilocybin
This life enough to keep you trippin
Into next month
Wishin that you could give up
But end of missions a must
And this world needed justice
Know when i make the cut
This for the kids that don't flaunt shit
Fingers up for no fucks
My psyche tell me I'm haunted
Roll my thoughts in the spliff
And that still aint feel like enough
It's melty heart the most wanted
6 feet under my tux
The conscience not bout the con shit
We REAL and you was

Circle always gettin smaller
By the minute, maybe...
That just mean i got lack in trust
My daily crazy
Know we all struggle
But we get up
Sunrise we still dazed and
Then we hear somebody hatin
It don't even faze us but... (Ugh)
Why is everybody artificial?
Just don't understand
Why everybody Artificial
About that time for authenticity
To up and hit you
Real motherfuckers
This new wave be comin like a missle

Theyll be surfin on my wave
A tsunami strong current
But I'm currently
The only person on it
Buscando Mi Reina... Tomando el Mundo
The storm is gettin rained out...
Any day now
I spend bout everyday just thinkin
How I'm gonna change sounds
Give it a couple years
The melty heart shows all be sold out
Gettin played a different way
Back in the day
Now it's a shame how
All these hypocrites just hidin...
From my loud mouth!

Circle always gettin smaller
By the minute, maybe...
That just mean i got lack in trust
My daily crazy
Know we all struggle
But we get up
Sunrise we still dazed and
Then we hear somebody hatin
It don't even faze us but... (Ugh)
Why is everybody artificial?
Just don't understand
Why everybody Artificial
About that time for authenticity
To up and hit you
Real motherfuckers
This new wave be comin like a missle

This new wave be comin like some missles...
Fuck superficial
Thats an artificial issue
Workin artists's work of Art
My Pencil armed like a pistol
My senses sharp like a Ginsu
That's word to Wu for the symbol
I chop it and break it up
Got smoke for any one a ya who wanna try an catch my buzz
You need stop the frontin cuz I'm Done with the friendly stuff
Until i get the love that I give back
Until then don't think anyone
Done stabbin backs

Written by:
Xavier Lumpuy

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