illbastardj - Old Soul

Trying to sound different from what the norm is
Bringing it back with a style yall study like a quiz
As I write this rhyme I wonder what I'll gane
As I step into the realm m, and try to find my lane
What happened to the styles that you had to perfect
What happened to the beats that you had to respect
Now it's all about how much pussy you can get
Motherfuckers don't eat it, can't even get it wet

From the tribe to the clan, you know I got that old soul
Fuck all that lil whatever, that was far from the goal
Making sure that my flow seemed way too seamless
Taking shit to literal, they called me an extremist

I feel it in my chest every time that I'm depressed
If it wasn't for the weed there'd be a bullet in my chest,
I think I've gotten better at my mental state
I need to step it up, don't wanna make the same mistake
Don't follow in the steps of the minds of the lost
Been there too many times I know what it cost
I just want to show that I can do what you can do
If I'm being honest, probably just a little better than you

I've been on this shit more nights than I've been alive
Staying up all night just to write a rhyme
I don't wear red or blue or set claim a hood
The game is lacking some skill, it looks more like Hollywood
Fake fucks everywhere I look, I can't get the off my screen, it's like they shook
Young buck with flow so cold it leaves footprints
Waiting on the perfect opportunity to drop hits
To bang something in ya ear for the new year
Everything is changing, the time is finally here
My brain is going off, it's time to wreak havoc
All y'all are goose and I'm the only maverick

Now you recognize, what I have to prove
Pushing my way through the crowd just to make a move
If it wasn't for the stress, I wouldn't have the time
To push myself to the limit every time that I rhyme
Fuck a fake ass photo copy of these new emcees
Putting out your shit online for free you fuckin wannabes
Get it right when you listening to the voice
The kids all grown up now, and he didn't have a choice

Don't worry if you didn't hear me, I get louder when I speak
Im only 22 and I still aint hit my peek
Shattering the dreams of the "back in my day" fools
Who can't accept the fact that I didn't use pro tools
But you're witnessing the birth of an era
I suggest you wipe your face I can see your mascara
And for anyone who wanna doubt me go ahead
I think you got the picture, so that's enough said

Written by:
Justin Avila

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