Reks - T.H.I.N.G.S. lyrics

Somebody told me
Nobody promised me that the broken
Are gonna be healed
Oh, but I don't, oh, but I don't believe
Thank the heavens for Nottz on production

Yeah periodically idiotic this odyssey
Call it the dichotomy of the
Warrior and god in me
Part of me gotta be Shaka Zulu, this prophecy
Of prophets introducin' me properly
Required the keys i believe I'm honestly an
Anomaly rockin' these
Monster strings orchestrated by Nottz
The greatest aviators of your
Playlists surround sound
Avengers and the capers of
Them planes, trains, automobiles
Ships, the sailors cross seven seas
Less than these diaspora cheddars, please
He mastered the expertise
Still after the extra cheese
Still level the mezzanine
Your balcony never seen
This valkyrie told the team
Operation fire after fuhrer
The author who called the order
Sort of synonymous with the
Simpletons meant to slaughter
Sniper that saw you in the scope
Traumatic disorder of people
Positioned poorly peasants, peons, importers
Reminiscin' the yesteryear
But my thinkin' is forward
I was at one with this addiction
Of rippin' the mic to cordless
So this is my escape
From a business, bottoms, and borders
Deep waters, when we drew straws always
The shortest was mine
Over time the inner pain wasn't pacified
The hunger inside never gets satisfied
The hunger inside never gets satisfied
The hunger inside, yeah, yeah

You gotta believe it, you came to achieve it
The hunger

Yeah, yeah
Modules been magnified, mental militancy
Intently watchin' his timepiece
Dues paid diligently eventually runneth over
Half-empty cup of venti uppers
In the echelons is my songs
Buckle in these safety belts
What you felt when we first heard
"I Used To Love HER"
I want that feeling again
I hope we soon discover
Another in common with common thoughts
That's blacker than the Polaramine
Used to wrap that army jacket linin' linin'
Think that I was Nas sometimes
When we was lackin' edibles
Blamin' the federals
Gettin' yearly doses of medical shots
Those on the block totin'
Glocks on the pedestal
Mesmerized by 3 Stacks raps
Dreamin' of Ferris wheels
He was talkin' ceiling fans
That's feeling in the gut
The hunger inside never get soothed enough
Call the bluff for the so-called savants
Response to the flaunts of
The masculine debutants
For feeling wants and needs of societies
All he wants
They killin' of our black teens
Deferred dreams haunts
A Lauryn ambiance when our
Circumstance breathe 'pon
To punked fan, to pumped fist
Rockin' hard placed card
Until we on the march side
Of Bullhorn battle cries
Realize, the hunger inside
Never gets satisfied
The hunger inside never gets satisfied
The hunger inside, yo, yo

You gotta believe it, you came to achieve it
The hunger