Airl3ird - Stream Of Conscious

Damn, I don't know where to start
But I got a good start and I'm seeing light in the dark
When I'm speaking it's like a art, painting pictures with bars
This shit intricate, straight from the heart

Would kill me just to play a part
When I'm spitting it be really stream of consciousness, off the top or written
It don't matter you should prolly listen to the knowledge in it

Want 'em just to stream me on some conscious shit
I want us all to get above division caused by politics
It's really all a system, don't give power to the politicians when it's all within us
Give a fuck about the shots you get cause one day we all finished
But if you on the bench then take the shots you Getting once you given minutes

Cause the clock is ticking, go for it now because the future fiction
Tryna live the dream, lucid, beings is being Inhuman
Fighting evil killing Lucifer, but he will keep on living
It's a spirit evil is some shit we must resist against

They be hearing verbs but what's in the word's they don't understand, all the actions we must take
First we must stop fearing ourselves and each other and then on to loving cause we reflecting each other
You don't respect yourself, don't expect respect from another cause you tricked yourself That we ain't one
You separated from the one above

Well you can get respect, but it's never authentic, cause until you confessing you ain't Never ascending
Motherfuckers quick to bump the shit that's on the top ten, but not someone you chilled With often
Y'all ain't solid part of why I've lost friends, wanna help but it be so many souls that's Lost and following trends
And I can't save 'em I ain't God, but we all got God within

So follow God and your conscious cause the waves is all Gonna end one day
Waving at the end, but they was faking and pretend
I'm tryna help 'em mend them selves so can make some amends (Amen)
Find yourself, don't praise false prophets and false concepts of self cause that's your Lower self
Keep you below in Hell
I ain't gon' lie I was on the verge of ego tripping
But can submerge into sinking (Damn, I was)

I hope my words is submersive and sink in with the word flips. I want the world to get Lifted off of these verses
Was nervous in your kitchen at first I didn't wanna burn it, but I said "Fuck it this shit Can't be cooled down"
I'ma cook now, funny cause I'm the coldest so when I'm spitting guess that heat is the Motive

Getting green it is molding into some dough with weird growths on it, gross as shit
But either way we need the Gross of it for growth and shit
Rappers post the same whips from their videos on insta, to try to say that they ain't Rentals
Turn hype beast once they sell soul
Whether it's Nike or Margiela or whatever it make no difference in the end or in the Present
Cause you gon' be back in hell with the devil

Yo ass is not ascending, you too attached to the material objects and trends and shit
So this shit gotta come to an End and shit
And I don't think they comprehend this shit
I gotta end this shit, not accidental, meant to put a dent into ya
Mental. It was intended and you need insurance for it, it ain't no rental

Kia Sorento, being so lentil, he is so mental, peace is so mental
Pieces of metal got you puzzled pieces together, be something better together
But we too separate, we must speak And move in ten four
And it's more than the money will ever do, but we still gotta get that revenue
Wack ass mc's rapping bout some shit they never do
And to you fake ass, lame ass motherfuckers never wonder why I do not f with you
That said I'm still praying for the best for you

Written by:
Ira Allen

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