Milennial - What I Do

Yo

This is the heart that I got
As hard as my cock
Getting ready to fasten it
On this target, I'm locked
And I'm starting to sweat
I'm sweating to death
This ain't no passion
It's an obsession, I've left
No distraction
For me to ever go back to
And if you ever see me flowing
You know that dude
Spits true shit
And it's all in the soul, that's true
And whether you do shit
It's all in the ball bag too
If I do spit wicked shit
Then why am I broke
As a motherfucking joke
Got my whole entire back to these ropes
And it's so bad
That I'm having asthma, I choke
Getting so mad
Because I'm falling flat on my nose
There's just so much
That you could never grasp
I'm so cut
Up about every minute
That the gap gets closed up
Sufferin' succotash
I'm that cat, but grown up
This is it
This is what I fucking have, Let's go nuts
You thought I'ma stop there
But nah, I'ma keep flowing
I got no reason to ever quit, this poet
Has nothing to lose
And that's some fucking deep shit know it
The shit I produce is phat and I want you each to know it
So you can throw it in the trash, all the bullshit outtem
That you bought, thinking it's raw, yeah you thought
I just think you's think too much
Or maybe not enough
But I'll bid you this once
There's nothing can top this
I fucking kick, punch
And spit for the top
If I'm asked to shit blood
Or guts from my ass
I'da shat my dick, lungs
And nuts and I'd pack a sick punch
And miss
None, I'm a nuts psychopath I think one
Of the reasons
I feel I need to feed this itch
That I have to break into fragments
And feast on it
Is that I'm a cactus
The acid is deep within
Fucking me up, like a nutjob
Decent shit
Making me trip / Like a rockstar
Believe these lyrics
This is not what you think
This is easy spirit-ed shit
Coming from the top
It ain't tit for tat
This is how you spit
When you're fucking sick at rap
Bitch

It's what I do
This is what I just know how to do
I don't know anything else and I'm flat broke
What I do
I'll give you a clue about
What's going on in my head
In fact, I'll tell you what's going on in there instead
Is what I do
This is what I just know how to do
I don't know anything else and I'm flat broke
What I do
I'll give you a clue about
What's going on in my head
In fact, I'll tell you what's going on in there instead
Is what I do

You feel the pain
And you really want it again
But I been the same
Really, since I had this blood in my veins
I'm insane
And I haven't even had a part of my day
That I didn't kick ass as I hit the path
Hard to obtain
I'm a bit fast
Displaying wit to bitch ass
Peeps. When I needa speak facts
And you can never get back
Me. Unable to kick back
In the name of the big, bad
3 in Biggie and Tupac
And Big L, what a beast ass
Team to feast at
Where the fucking police at
Don't please ask
Me as I fucking
Protect my neck
How could he catch
Me? I'm like Gingy
Ghee. Just ask the muffin man
He'll tell you that the
Gum drop button is where I stand
He'll tell that the
Fun stops there, you can start a band
Get ready for the
Gun cock, Veteran shot in Nam
But it's better 'cause you're forever
The faggot who put his hand in the shredder
Don't have any cheddar copped in my fucking dacks
And these trackpants have holes
Gonna take? Have it. Have all
I don't have anything left to be jacking you asshole
You wanna fuck with me it's not worth the hassle
Of having me rip in your fucking ass two assholes
Big, bad wolf
When i go to blow your house falls
Three little piggies on their fucking back
Like 'That's all folks' 'till the next time
On the same line
You done never seen a motherfucking mind like mine
You ain't never seen a sick emcee this type or kind
Blowing your mind like a motherfucker, "my, oh my
What is his deal? How do I feel that I haven't the skill
To match this motherfucker every rap he spills
Is sick as fuck and real." I'll never stop this still
To the day that I die you'll never see me pop no pill
Cause I'm ill without 'em, forever gonna rock this field
Of hip hop 'cause it's better than any good drug you deal
At the corner store
It's an assortment of adrenaline and hormones
Flooding my body
Chemical reactions that I forego
A catalyst to the pain
In my brain I'm rapping in morsecode
A fucking assassin in this modern rap shit
I'm the warzone

It's what I do
This is what I just know how to do
I don't know anything else and I'm flat broke
What I do
I'll give you a clue about
What's going on in my head
In fact, I'll tell you what's going on in there instead
Is what I do
This is what I just know how to do
I don't know anything else and I'm flat broke
What I do
I'll give you a clue about
What's going on in my head
In fact, I'll tell you what's going on in there instead
Is what I do

Written by:
Ryan Myers

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