Unknown Persona - Identity

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Malcom in the middle with the riddles
Everybody simple i see triple digit signals
I get high like the pitch of a whistle
I just flow like water on a ripple
Now watch the civil cripple as they all get hit with missles
I can see we broke and brittle we too small Stuart Little
We need a water fall but get a piddle
We need a rainbow but get a Skittle
We need real hip hop but get fools waving a pistol
I can see that this thinking quite wishful
Oh man i think we need a symbol
Oh my god we could really use a signal
They try to tell me that life is so simple
But i am Unknown to my initials
So who the hell am i supposed to be

What the Hell am i meant to be
Is it a choice or destiny
How do i leave a legacy if dont know my own identity
What the hell am i meant to be
Is it a choice or destiny if i dont know my own identity

On the beat im a natural born killer
With my feet im Michael Jackson Thriller
No filler straight vanilla Canadian bending bars like gorillas
Ey I am noordinary civilian
I be livin killin villains that rape and pillage a village full of children
Listen its never been written flow like a ribbon now tell me what is your
Decision will you break out your box or stay fenced up like a chicken
Oh damn burn it up like a skillet im finna win it and have these chicken for dinner
A million miles a minute i am so in it and so prolific let me twist the rhythm with a friction
And kill the addiction putting pennies in the well so i can keep on wishing
That people would wake up and listen and positive decisions
But were controlled by our own ambitions

What the Hell am i meant to be
Is it a choice or destiny
How do i leave a legacy if dont know my own identity
What the hell am i meant to be
Is it a choice or destiny if i dont know my own identity

Lets blast this classic magic
Make it graphic like ninja assassin
Damage the fabric my brain is the gadget
Imagine the panic that make us dramatic
Was used to make something that could be fantastic
But we turn it and burn it with matches
Because we'd rather be plastic
Like whats with all the rappers that be sounding like machines
Whats with all the rappers that dress like its halloween
I dont understand them i dont know what they mean
Cuz all i hear hubba hubba hubba money bitches and lean
But the worst part is that you giving them the streams
You dont care about the world you care about your screen
So imma live my dream do this shit until i bleed so i make enough money
To give the world what it needs

Wait wait there is no exit
Im stressing on the perception of my reflection
As if its always infected is this man made deception

What the Hell am i meant to be
Is it a choice or destiny
How do i leave a legacy if dont know my own identity
What the hell am i meant to be
Is it a choice or destiny if i dont know my own identity

Written by:
Jacob Chrystal

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