Dynem - Parasite

I am a creature
I am a creature
I am a creature
I am a creature
Wooh

Yeah
Forget about last December
I've come back to set the record
Straight
The wait is over
Even tho I made the effort
To put it all together
Ninety days
Ahead of schedule
Pedaled all the way til I finished
I
Settled all my beefs in menace
I've
Written til ten pens went dry
Sittin' in my bedroom with no light
Besides my closet's
There's a sight
A rodent in the dead of night
Looks like ima parasite
To be safe
Lemme clarify
I really could care less if I
Make it out today alive

Prior to the twentieth of March
I was in paradise
Twenty one months I've
Marked to date cause
Good girls are so rare to find
There just aren't many left but I'm
Switchin' gears
I know how dare I
Reference years four times throughout
This album
Weird
I'm still hung up on someone
Who's been done
Since Drake's more life went
Number one by April 8th
The day my faith revived
Where I proclaimed I lived for Christ
Verified in a post that shared my archetype
Partly right
Started like a growth spurt
Reached new heights

Near the end of summertime
A peer of mine said
Why don't you give Em a try
Reluctant but as soon as I let Shady in
I stepped aside
Petrified my parents in transition from
A metal head to rap-etition
A paradigm had quickly shifted
Dynem woke
Began existin'
Infant in a crib then
Flipped the script
Conceived a message
Free form were his methods
Roared within the Ford
He tours his home
We know as Lakeland
Gave him a road that doesn't end
In other words an outlet

Yeah
Knit pick every track
It's moody
Don't relate to dark and gloomy
This the version of the movie
No one who was part of shooting
Knew what man in charge was doing
Cueing bars and then consuming limbs
Producing gems in terms of rhythm
Yet confusing you

When tunin' in to my music
You could lose it
You could ruin any proof
You ain't a luney oops
I use each rhyme to rally troops
It's true I've climbed through twenty hoops
Six hundred times during this loop
Whose to prove this isn't just a trick to rip me
From my roots

Mom and dad divorced at four
Has everything been swell for me
Let me think
Freshman year a puny teen
Sophomore year a surgery
Junior year my wife to be
Spread
Deuces
She walked out on me
Possibly attributed to
My neglect of her feelings

I'm worsening
The colder that my temp proceeds to get
I freeze
Cannot be intimate
You see
All I had to give was given
Pickin' up my pen and ventin'
Seems to do the trick
I'm livin' just so
I complete my mission

Written by:
Dylan Macklin

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