Lil JJ Reynolds - The Mind Is Rapping

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
I drop a bomb on my brain, hit the button and blast it
Rebuild it to bury my sympathy in the casket
For feelings that were colder than my own but drastic
Like curses that regenerate to words that are tragic
My mind's a bastard but I call it a classic
By the way it kills depression with lyrics like an assassin
I'm the measure for my own psychology
Me and music have the same strategies like an analogy
I'm a prodigy with a flow that's hot as me
Splitting bulletins in half like a trilogy on beats
Nothing's gonna stop the beast from expanding in the wind
With a voice of all my sins 'turning me into an veteran
Living off the mic, spitting out what I'm about
In my mind that's like an coin machine saving all my doubts, ha
Eject the fakes and restore the genuine
Cause I'm loyal with the pen when the mind is rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
My grind is on a mission to build up a money sprout
I'm a working alcoholic with a sober account
I twerk a buzz on my feelings back and forth with a bounce
Now I'm drunk off feeling twisted, throwing up on all my doubts, ha
I killed a chef and cooked my flaws on the stove
Cut em up with a needle that I used to tat a cross on my soul
I'm far from sane when I've lost full control
Of my attitude and now it likes to draw when it's stoned
I'm intellectual, printing out flows
Thaw 'em out so they can verbally explain why I've been cold
No one can touch the wisdom of my old soul
I started as an veteran rookie to gold pro
Legendary with my craft sound, waiting to blow
Inside the ears of the black sheep, vulnerable clones, ya
I'm dangerous with the pen like an craftsman
Just listen to my passion when the mind is rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping

Written by:
Jordan Reynolds

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