Son Of Age - Full Funk Flex

Let me take you on a journey, back to the days
When life was a just a daze, when it was a pain to be playing
Plain, seeing how amazing it was to enter the game and gain
Some knowledge spitting, the skill to kill 'em obtained
This was back when slim's fame, was in demand
Started blazing, took me straight to laying a plan, and then
I dive straight into it, armed with a pad and pen
To find the pattern to rapping, tearing hairs like a stan
Acted like a mad man, came at it like batman
Manic like an addict, hanging out with his bad friends
Trying to take a bite, a fat chance, flipped it like a hand stand
Acting off beat to the same dance
I don't give a damn if I'm invited to your clique, I don't need that shit
Keep that list, I'm better off without it, don't you doubt it
I've gone too far, to be just another android with the fanboys
I aim to be the damn voice in the sandbox, give me the next slot, make noise
Asshole, slap your chest hard, raise those fists like a last choice, yeah

There's something brewing, inside his room, he
Knows what he's doing, most nights he's just consumed, by
The rhymes he's fusing, so, he could touch the skies, with
That gift he hides, he has to write it down before it passes by

Shit, I've clocked in the nights, like I've stalked victims' obsessive with the knife
I've chalked outside the lines, walked away from these tribes, like a thief in the dark
You can't see with your eyes; I hold the keys to my own fate, no dre spinning dope tracks
With a hint of a gold plate, instead I bring it, I take it with me to make it bigger than the picture
That you figure would leave me little bread, to fail, but I've fought tooth and nail, it's outrageous
When the critics set you to hell, I've ripped into these pages, tripped within this hatred
Lose, my sorry face with, all the cynics laughing, taken back, made me feel like quitting rapping, like my style's locked on something lacking, when I lost the map, backpacking across this section, trying to gain attention forgetting my passion, hope, kept knocking on my door, like a calling, from god, like see
I'm well pleased, this is my son, I've saved him from what has ail him, with these nails nailed in
Into my veins, tell him, never failed him, keep on track, no matter the battle, leading the able rebels
With fire, fly higher, the mind, differ from cattle, and grab, whatever you get, never settle
Forever metal, to getting better, flip the design, off the line

There's something brewing, inside his room, he
Knows what he's doing, most nights he's just consumed, by
The rhymes he's fusing, so, he could touch the skies, with
That gift he hides, he has to write it down before it passes by

Ever since, I've been, writing since sixteen
To be zen, spilled ink off every weekend
It was to escape, vacade pain, this fate, the end
That's when, the slow rise of son of age began
Started, propelling me to professing a message
Like mana from the heavens, embed in the mix and the text-made
Each batch, shed is to build-up a cascade, that flows like bullets
At chosen ones with the black shades, I paint across the landscape
For the name's sake, my art form heals the soul like a bandaid
Came at them like flames with a sensei, sick shit like slick rick
Create a crazed fanbase, yeah

There's something brewing, inside his room, he
Knows what he's doing, most nights he's just consumed, by
The rhymes he's fusing, so, he could touch the skies, with
That gift he hides, he has to write it down before it passes by

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Son of Age

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