F-Note the Visionary - Roots

Ask who the illest, i ain't pointing to you,
Now you looking confused,
Thought that you had a clue,
I be the F-Note, the darkest soul in the room.
And it's gone be that way till they cross my arms in a tomb,
Who, would've known that the tables would fold,
Like them boys in the courtroom, trying to go home,
I'm just trynna stack my chips, homie leave me alone,
Before i break this fucking microphone across ya dome,
You never really worked hard, and it shows,
Like how you reminiscing dreams, but never speak about goals,
This ain't the life that i deserve but it's the one that i choose,
So i supposed that i should make the best out of it right?
Or should i grab the scythe,And rip you to shreds,
Grab a black hoodie and nickname myself Death,
Tell you to calm down, as your soul i collect.
And then i inhale real quick, and let it digest.

Then I let it digest
Then I let it digest
Tell you to calm down, as your soul i collect
And then i inhale real quick, and let it digest

Let it digest, you don't impress me
Honestly these emcees is wannabes that's just causing me stress
I should load up revolvers and play Russian Roulette like
Bang bang bang, now it's none of em left
So i guess I'm at the top of it
The game is so played out, That i should prolly call it quits
But I'm from Chicago on some Obama shit
but raised in st. Louis where they bury all kinds of kids. Bitch!

Then I let it digest
Then I let it digest
Tell you to calm down, as your soul i collect
And then i inhale real quick, and let it digest

Got dammit
Life it's what you make it
If you can manage
If you cant take it,least do some damage
Make it all count, and make it all worth it
Cause once you in the ground
Minus well be worthless
Nobody is perfect
But i am the closest
F-Note The Visionary Still stomping roaches
Doing what i gotta to get to my millions
And i won't stop till it's stacking to the cellion
What do i really be on,Water and marijuana
Feeling hotter than a sauna ,Goodbye to the summer
Hello to the fall ,Hello to the leaf,falling from the tree
Just to respond
Time is of the essence, You telling me?
My sister's almost 9. I can't believe
I cannot receive
Time flying by my eyes,I cannot blink
Or I'll miss a second. Seconds turn to minutes
Then it gets reckless.Survival of the fittest
To get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
to to, to get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
To to, to get to my dreams
To get to my dreams
To to, To get to my dreams

Written by:
FIDEL RASSOUL MUHAMMAD

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