Alphabyte - Growing Pains

People always wonder bout the high percentages
I'm serving life behind these bars now remember this
I swear my penmanship is a reflection
Of the damaged goods
I'm just a body buried in abandoned woods
No one understands that every answer could
Set me off at any second would?
You rather have me sound like every other rapper?
Hip Hops dead? Maybe mainstream cause the underground is fuckin knockin
How I know this? Cause I'm at the doorstep
Man I'm done with talkin

Frontin like it's been my only option
Only things I balance are the warnings and the fourty topics
Lately these growing pains got me feeling more than modest
Webby influence yes I sort of got it
Tech and Em got Melly Mel
I swear my form is honest

Ain't no killas in this game that spit like me so form a line up
I be ridin beats and catchin flows I broke the silence
Middle fingers up I woke the soul inside us
In the booth my vocals have a total mind of
Their own calmin down just won't delight us
I could switch the flow
I could flip it
I could rip it slow
This ain't Christmas
This ain't fixed it's woke
Alphabyte is Mission broke
I'm climbin out my skin
I feel the slightest poke
I'm throwin knives right at your vitals so
That final blow ain't nothin but a title bro
This wave I'm on is giant like the Tidal's grown
The only thing that puts out fires on this microphone
Is my inner spirit with my psyche blown
There's disproportion in my chakras
Every night I fight the tones
And realign my vibe then soak
In all the knowledge woke
I never fucked with styrofoam
The day I do you'll tell my style to go
I've had a fallout but my currency ain't bottled caps
Only thing that's on full throttle is my temper
Catch me swinging but I'm out of bats

I may have fucked your bitch but trust me dog the last thing
That I wanted was a holler back
Bitches try to tell me that I'm cheap well if I am then go and bring me every dollar back
I'm a king so flexin ain't involved in fact
Never had a father so I don't want no part in that
Beatin on my mama I could never pardon that
You left some truama in my life I hope a heart attack
Sneaks up on you then you drop and snap
I'm the middle linebacker and your the quarter back
Don't you ever cross me I won't hesitate to take this board and smash
Send your ass to orbit then report it fast
Mail it to reporters this the sort of grasp
That I needed every night I thank the Lord and ask
How come all the gates to heaven need a Halo cause I'm short on that
I was born without em check my shadow
I've got horns in black
Ain't no placement for this wizard fuck your sorting hat

I'm a danger to this species
Flows so catchy stays on repeat
Every face he sees is policing
Judgin well these beats I just eat these
Hearts in a race
Like the pace that I'm keepin
Givin it up for people livin it up
Sippin my cup of evil
Lungs are shriveling up
Unforgivable
Talkin this tongue with syllables
Kinda like ammo this guns clip
Is refillable
No need for camo I run shit and it's literal

Written by:
Tynan Austin

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