Mich'ane - G o t h i c S y m p h o n y

Niggas wanna know what I do.
Niggas wanna know what I cook.
Niggas wanna know how I do.
Niggas throw stones on my crib.
These niggas ain't nothing for me.
When I write my pen even screams.
Every lines got dark when I read, so I play my songs, with some symphony.

'bout to go waste lives, live right.
Living with the big guys, in mind.
Thought it was midnight, I'm high.
Whatchu' call a big rhyme, big lines?(No!)
When I throw deep line, you blind.
When I make an impact, you mime.
Squeezing your face, lick lime.
Nigga from a broke line, no dime (ayy)

Why you spitting little kids rhyme?
When I'm literally making songs that could kill time?
No life.
Looking like a mummy from a tomb, with no insight.
Living with no pedal, so you staying with the broke guys.
When I'm spittin' rap, then you better fill your insight.
I'm about to teach you what you momma couldn't hold right.
Maybe I'm rude, but I ain't sorry for your damn life.
Truth is fucking bitter, so you better hold your chair tight(ayyy)

Nigga said I'm rude when I spit rap.
What to know what else I could spit too?
You too young to know all these shits, what happened to all your storybooks that you fuckin' read?
Better go watch Mario, this shit ain't your normal storytelling, I'm thinking it's a mad Voodoo.
Nigga nigga, whatchu' really plan to do?
I'm 'bout to piss on the world, let's see if they dodge that too.
I'm on top? (Huh?)
Never really matter.
Put me in a room, and my demons gonna chatter.
Giving me gold, with my heart in a platter.
But I know if I take, I'll be falling in the gutter.
Fuck the world, nigga give me fucking daughter.
I pray to lord, but my body couldn't shoulder,
All the pains, that I felt when I was younger.
Everytime that I sleep, that's a stutter(whoa)
Living like a jotter, taking all my notes from my sins that I shutter.
Nothing in my life that was sweeter than the butter, but I keep looking up for the moment that I hunger, niggas where's my sweater?

I wonder what's missing, feelings?
Living, reminiscing, what's this?
Never stop thinking, that deep
Living in this mansion, probably
Never gon' make it, happily
Moments in my diary, sadly
Caught up in this exit, promptly
Wonder if I'll make it, gladly

Never gon' make it, I think.
Look at my diary, death wish.
Even happy moments, got killed.
Living in the past tense, that deep(yeah)
Moments that I wished for(what for?) everytime I'm sleeping on my death floor.
All the lonely thoughts ain't nothing that I wished for.
Why do my life keep shaking with an impulse? any time I rap I could feel I am dead for.
What are these feelings tryna' make me understand on?
I ain't got a clue what I'm thinking is a break on.
Don't even know what that is, niggas run for.
I've been feeling sick from the moment that I rapped song.
Every single time, yet my feelings never done for.
What I do make outta this if I concur?
Not a funny feeling, but I hope I am not done(hey!)

I've gone outta line, I could tell too.
'possed be a song about death too.
Know what I mean, draw a tattoo.
Wearing all black, in my mind too.
Pick up my lines at your funeral.
Put you on a lane, and your soul starts to mix room.
Wonder what it is that your thoughts have to choose mode.
Then you start to ponder "why my life is in this mood"?
Living happy moments is like bitting through a brick stone.
What you thought was right, you'll be hitting on the wrong point.
Being pessimistic, and I've never really hoped for.
Want a pick a pen? Then, your soul have to stand strong.
Everytime you pick, you'll drop like Bitcoin.
Life never change, and I'm giving out this hit points.
Tired of the game, and I'm holding to my sick joints.
Every single rapper thinking "boy you should hold on"
Moving too fast, than a girl giving blowjobs.
Want to ride on me? Then you better have to hold on.
Pick up your turn for your time would be rolled on.
This is my symphony niggas tryna' play on! (Hey!!)

Written by:
MICHANE BODUA

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