Eli TheProphet - Elephant Tusks (feat. Konan Doyle)

I'm tired of hiding this
Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me
I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently
I'd occupy every line in my diary
And I would keep struggling silently
Send me some love, cause there's never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the Ivory
I'm writing my prophecy, don't mean to be starting a war tho
Take a heroic dose, then my pen carves it up like I'm Zoro
I write my own my way, never write what is borrowed
I write for the day and I write full of sorrow
Then rap like I'm dying tomorrow
For arms like Goro Keep my sound floor low
Always feel lost like where did my cord go
Stoppin me lord no Tope rope El Toro
They getting it backwards it's warm snow
When the haters be trying to clown on my grind I been putting in work, I been putting in Time
Been doing this most of my life Asking myself many questions at night, like
Why do I feel hate so deeply
Why can't I deal with my feelings discretely
Why does it feel like the worlds on repeat repeating
All that we've learned but still has no meaning
Forever regretting stepping to Doyle or E
Like Freddie said I've gotta break free
I got places to go and people to see
And I'm tired of hiding these demons
I'm tired of hiding this
Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me
I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently
I'd occupy every line in my diary
And I would keep struggling silently
Send me some love, cause there's never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the Ivory
I rap to calm my nerves
And it can be lots of words
To express that I'm on the verge of thoughts and urges surrounding awful murder
Not in person, only when I'm on the verses, pot so hot, I gotta take it off the burner
Maybe I forgot to stir, the scalding irks me, won't somebody please call the nurse
Cause I'm on a rant again
Got to get high so I cook banana bread
Crossin the line like I should be panicking
Walk in the sky like I'm good with Annakin
Often I write just to put what's happening
Onto a mic when I'm shook or passionate
Not gonna lie, even all of these rhymes that I got my mind couldn't push the damages
Outside my brain stem, no serotonin,
Still going through all of this mayhem
I used to have all these fake friends
The type who were nice to my face then
All of a sudden would change when
I left the room, and escaped them
No fame yet cause y'all on the same trends
See, you need your waves checked
You cannot convince me that I'm not a fuckin rapping god
Imma need some ivory, I'm hunting down a mastodon
If I don't get the paper then I'm going for the Amazon
Taking all the trees, till the mawfuckin' planet gone
But it doesn't bother me cause I'm a fuckin astronaut I'm blasting off
Faster than a kid who be jacking off To a catalogue full of padded bras
I'm just looking for a prophet, Eli, wanna tag along?
I'm tired of hiding this
Rivalry fighting these demons inside of me
I've been trying to write with it, but I keep on rhyming so violently
I'd occupy every line in my diary
And I would keep struggling silently
Send me some love, cause there's never enough Of those elephant tusks to find me the Ivory

Written by:
Chris Rowan

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