Trase - Won't Adapt

Thai weed make my eyes bleed
Digging through beats, thoughts travel at light speed
On to reign since the rain is gone
But the pain ain't gone, stage act direct
Get live, leave the place in a rapture
Though Hip Hop lost a part which is hard to recapture
Let get it started, these new rappers are disillusioned
They don't know where to start
It seems so many light hearted
I see these new rappers go hard to take a part of the cake
Never get up in the game
Because most of them was fake when they started
Hard to earn like a high regard
Call it TRA day, originating, I'ma Sparkness artist
Out for world domination like Doc Strange and
My music in heavy rotation like stock exchange

Guess who is back in the ear again
Back to smack the track, T-Aura here again
Lyric licking, whatever i'm kicking is sticking
I ain't tricking, because i'm clear with the pen
Fear no man, because man must die
Must I, bust I gotta beer in hand
Trust my formats, coming across clear with the plan
Crack the beer and go back to racketeering
Smack your peers and tell 'em
It's the quiet before the storm
A pause between wars like interbellum
Men see things the way they are and say why
Ask what they gotta do to get a piece of the pie
Its gonna take mind power and commitment
Transmit, me and my men spit and sent
Take care of each other and see to it
Keep my cool so won't throw a fit, take a hit

Written by:
Erik Wal

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