Mark Battles, Locksmith, King Los, Keara Alyse - My Language lyrics

Love is hard to find, I had the wrong kind
Ever met a weak person with a strong mind?
Been on this journey for a long time
The house dark, how we gon' shine?
In my feelings way more
Than I'm revealing mhm
My bitch think I'm cheating
But really I be chillin' call my bro Los
He prolly plottin' on the million right
Yo, that ain't cream filling
Selling toxic to the children why?
Do a bunch of killing and they
Profit from the pillage woah
Inject us with the illness
That's the gossip in the village
Why they pop Nipsey? Being honest
He the realest
Feed me any beat and I promise, I'ma kill it
Give me one shot and I got it
I'ma drill it uh
Invented the equipment just to stop
Us from rebuilding woah
I used to want the stars on the ceiling
Young boy with a dream
Never told me I could get it

If this is where the road ends
Lead, I'ma follow you into the garden
Of wisdom and truth
You're speaking my language
You're speaking my language
You're speaking yeah
You're speaking my language
We speaking it true

Yeah, shout out to Mika
Remember we used to sneak up
Out your living room
From under your momma's nose?
The trauma grows uh
The comic glows when you finally
Feel your conscious rose
Not every connoisseur of conscious rap
Could conquer that agh it's convoluted
But I concluded that I'm a constitute
A new agenda for you pretenders
Who try to stifle never
What I feel is my right to evolve
Rappers don't like me at all
'Cause, I expose the frauds
And it likely was ya'll ugh
Dog, I'm the byproduct of
Prodigy from property
Human shadow, translucent enamel yeah
Or the straw that broke the camel's back
Peep the anguish peep
If you revere what's sincere
Then you speaking my language yah

If this is where the road ends
Lead, I'ma follow you into the garden
Of wisdom and truth
You're speaking my language
You're speaking my language you're speaking
You're speaking my language
We speaking it true

Yo, I'm out to cook this bitch, I'm a goon
I pissed off the sun and I
Took a shit on the moon
I wrote a verse that's two
Times the speed of sound
Scientists trying to cryogenically
Freeze it now
I'm honestly fearless, the icon is here
My frequency meets with the eye on the sphere
I've been sentenced to
Infinite photosynthesis
The only homosapien made that
Can photo sentences the consensus is we need
Censorship for the sensors
Now since there's only six senses
I insist that we consisted with
The intuition of the ancestors
I'm gang banging that scholarship
Look at my hand gestures
They gon' feel this damn pressure, man

If this is where the road ends
Lead, I'ma follow you into the garden
Of wisdom and truth
You're speaking my language
You're speaking my language
You're speaking yeah
You're speaking my language
We speaking it true