Robert J. Cooper - Static Flow
This isn't a hobbyI'll be a lie if I ain't address
This me in the lab
Shots to my body beating my flesh
Shadow boxing my mind
Bobbing and weaving thoughts
Planted among the wheats the weeds yearning to lock
And I don't believe in peace
At least apart from my Jesus
But pardon me if I'm peaking
I partially get egregious
A part of me is deceased
But all of me is defeated
I died 1000 deaths before I discovered breathing ugh
Please believe I'm the best
For any demon that's rhyming
I'm sorry your clock is over if you been on demon timing
Cause I'm in
Switch the climate
I'm getting sick of this climbing
I get ridiculous rhymes in my mind is what I'm finding
Refining this gift from God
To bring Him right back the glory
The story is often bloody
The shots to my back is gory
Catch me sneezing
Cause tis is the season
To start releasing
The toxins I'm sniffing breathing
I'm bending leaning to beat it
The clock is running against me
I'm pushing 150 percent
You running with me you spent now come and get me you're it
I got em quickly
My audibles switching
Also I'm shifty
Impossible chemistry
That God has put in me
Caught in identity
Slowly boost my energy
Introduce my enemy
To getting used to inner me
Killer be killed
Killer you'd die to spar with a killer bee
Seeking for God
Trust me I'm closer to John than Kennedy
Hah
What is you kidding me
I've seen it all
Without seeing it all
And pride is the fall
My feet is off the ground
My face is to the floor
My king has the crown
I just look and adore
Written by:
Robert Cooper
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