CulaZen - Just, hold on for a second lyrics

Culazeeeeen

They call me something of a
Bastard where I'm from
Nothing but ill intentions lately
Mindful of sinner folk
Let the pistol go fought with fisty
Cuffs in the winter snow
All around the globe I see people grow
I witness all kinds of types
Of metamorphosis watch it slow
I see nature take control and let
It move me like the ocean
Cycle through my latter life's
See me with clairvoyance
Future past and present are all
Relevant to ya boy
And I have no choice but to
Ride for my kin folk all accidental
Put down the pencil
Or cross out these Angels


Mistake me for able but Cain you be grateful
For chaos and discord my day to day wave hoe
Malicious intent but my halo tinted gold
All solid gold all solid gold
Never a martyr but I will
Kill for the right cause
I'm not a fighter but I'll throw
Jabs with the right bars
That's steel fisted you pigeon toed
With some tap shoes on
I'm ill witted a murderous
Crow attached with bombs
Kamikaze a local school and laugh
At the cracked alarms
Aura is enormous like I'm Gon
But just a blacker form
Spirit's in the halls devour them
All like some stacked croissants
Wake up from a dream and do it
Still just to attract some haunts
Stand against reform but change is
All I'm ever asking for
Walking door to door and I'm asking
People if they want more

Take it in my own hands
I'm vigilante let's slow dance
Cause cat scans and trips to rosecrance
I'm sharp as petals that's rose red
I'm tough as metal that's cold led
I'm rough as ever with no bread
But call the devil to loan it nigga uh

I don't understand what the
Issue is with living
I never ask for anything
But something's always missing
My life askew as I only
Get iller with the writtens
And the frustration of writing has
Me fading out pigments

I'm someone superstitious
The Demi jinn inside me gives
Me an unresolved Thesis if I train every day
To achieve my omnikenisis
Will my aesthetic evolve and
Show my evident genius?
I'm the Horoscope killer with the
Aim of a bull
Horned crusader throwing crosses through
Apparitions and ghouls
If a fool wants to compete then I'll
Do his life in for good
Know I'm not the kind to be bothered
I do not play by the rules

Nice life run it
Shuffling through the streets with subtle
Sweepers and I'm gunnin' nice life run it
Shuffling through the streets with subtle
Sweepers and I'm gunnin'

Oh, no the boy done grown
Shit he's the man now
Yeah He done grown yeah he the man oh, no
God has decreed mortalities banned now
Mortalities banned

Oh, no- stole a drake flow
Tell him woe is me I'll
Subtract him of his woes
On my worst behavior but my luck is on a roll
So I keep a pace forward as
I trek with the flows tell him god damn
Why he so bold such a young nigga
Why his mind so old
Such a flame spitter how his bars so cold
Ask a god if he does anything that he's told
(NOO, and just like that, we gone)