H Deane - Day and Age Statement

This is a Day and Age Statement
Honestly the thought of me
Slaughtering this rhythm is hitting different
Surpassing wack and then out perform my limits
They can sit swivelling on the finger in the middle
You know it's your throne get comfortable in your preferred position
You don't feel your flow it ain't set in stone is it
I refer to it as my view like a prophets religion
But conquest to kill 'em
See now here's the difference
Lyrically I see and spill it, literally I'm spitting image
Theories become fortune when you feel the story
Fear is food consumed by those whom need to feel important
Hear em screaming out their skulls
Overload when you ignore em
Outgrow the notion to be testing my form I forced into this game
I flow through motions invest in a raw sort of display
But in truth time has proved there's some notes that need to change
Starting with any face who tries to use me for what I can obtain
I provide and aid when I'm able that's my piss-taken trait
It's got abused by those we'd mistaken for mates
Then they get defensive with rage, they became irate
If I said it meant it man my statements been made
From now on going forth man cut 'em off with no debate aye
Real material got that feeling they wont ever touch
Conjure up the guts to fuck with the subject they wont discuss
Seal the deal wonder why you're left within the dust
Made of steel but underneath that front you discover the rust
I usually keep the peace but don't ever push your luck
Truth will speak and at my least I still fright like lightening struck
Feel it from head to feet when you're real and be glad
This cities industries wont try and feat. but I ain't even mad
It's hard for labels to stick when you see the price of my tag
These other outfits that exist are just nice counterfeit rags
I ain't like that nah, I ain't part of a collective
Imma fight for what I like from the start I'm self respective
Be the type who's living life in a sense of reflective
Not guilty of idiocy, in no sense, object it
They just type and talk to types of presence they manifested
I'm at my best, real as it gets, what don't you get man forget it
I been in a critical condition itching to kill em
With this lyrical drilling 'em feel
Need to switch the lyricism
And steer it to a process of healing but I'd rather 'em fear it
Cause I already know they have inferior rhythm let's get it
Back to the wackest of rappers in this day and age man
Ain't it mad you can't actually relate to what you make
Instead you bought an outfit, rented cars, set a stage
Talked about everything they wish they had for views for fuck sake
Oh the beats great, but there's no impact in what you say
If it's catchy you've caught 'em but I'm not sure which is prey
We'll find out later when they identify the remains
Oh if you wrote your lyrics it ain't a freestyle either behave

Written by:
Harley Deane

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