Amalgamation - Freein' It Up

Working on my syllables and pronunciation of my flow
It's a little frustrating
The way I can't choose whether to just stay inside
Or live out in the snow
Fuck it and take a few more swigs of the booze
Feeling like I'm levitating
Constantly restating the same old message
With a little dip just to bring it back to the base
Little baby stone face back at it once again
Changing the dial
Focus on something a little different
Eighth wonder of the world
The silence and niceness
Destroying all the egos floating around like here we go again
How many times are you guys going to allow me to win
Like it's not that fun anymore
We should all do it like the one that flew over the cuckoos head
But make sure what your getting is like Jesus breaking bread
Yeah my voice is a little annoying call me Fred with the backwards r
Contemplating
Concentrating
Calibrated
And calculated to a mother fucking goddamn t
I'm scientific with it
Well
More like science fiction cause I'm beginning to master my diction
My own type of vocabulary's a little crazy and vocational
But more spiritual not really too religious
Don't get me wrong I was raised in it
Bathed in the holy water
To young to even really understand what they were getting at
Gotta slap on the head or the ass more times than I can really even say
May still be a little frayed at the edges
But for sure getting the feeling of being afraid out of my system
Yeah, switch up the beat and then I keep going
And you know
First part is my legacy but now it's time to jam
Forever being the man that people aspire to be
I'm building an empire from the ground and up all by myself
With the things that I choose from
The realest
Singing from my chest
Always better than the rest but better bet I hardly rest from dusk to dawn
I'm always spawning new beats or words onto the page
Then I'm pausing and burning the sage to clear up the vibe cause you got to stop
And then pick it right back up again
First two songs kind of sucked but now I'm mastering
Repeating and beating these lines into my conscious
You don't even want to start shit
Cause from where I'm looking from man it ain't hard to miss
Little bitches thinking that they run shit
Wait till I pick up my mitt and throw it right back at your face
Time to cut back on the smoke
Not messing the mind, not problematic
But turned me into a sick individual trying to getting rid of the static
I got to keep on going hoping, roping, no more moping
Popping like a bubble at these elitist completist
But I ain't seeing any completists
Guess that's me
Always freeing it up
I need a little more space cause
ever since I was young
I traveled at my own pace
To the beat of my own drum
You wish that you could have some
Go ahead
Get that damn bread
Take it all in just to spread it right back out again
I'm A m a l g a m a t i o n
Do I need to slow it down for you and say it again
I said a m a l g a m a t i o n
Bitch that's my name
Pulling and putting a whole bunch of stuff into the frame
Not sure if it'll ever enough or should just be none at all
Grooving to beat yeah
Do a little shuffle to the side
So I can get inside your mind with this rhyme
Smelling like shit but that don't mean this ain't the shit
Of a little Wannabe rapper
Writing down the ramblings of a madman

Written by:
Mark Jones

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