The Rapper H, Jess Forman - Red (The Rapper: H) lyrics

My name is H man, have you heard of me?
Check the clock, I think it’s time
A rapper you can stand behind
Flow is tight with sicker lines
None will ever equal mine
Look inside and you will find knowledge
Is a light of mine
Don’t know where I’m headed
I’ll die if I’m left behind
This is my shot, one life to live it right
Fuck a runway, open sky
I’m gonna take flight

I’m falling, I’m falling
I’m falling off the edge
And I’m running, still running
You can’t catch me where I’m at
But the music, still beating
I’m alive inside this mess
And I’m wondering, how I’m standing
In this world that’s bleeding, bleeding red

H has got the mind to speak
A hundred different words to beats
A melody to find the key
Say fuck to mediocrity
The Prodigy then came around
Collaborate to break the ground
The earth is like a ride and we’re
Just chilling as it spins around
This life is madness, running just to grab it
Three goals, snapbacks
I’m pulling off the hat trick
The night just comes alive
With the words I feel inside
I’m terrified to fail
The sentiment of a younger mind
Ya, and it will be alright
Finally moving forward
Time is passing as I write
The pen will write the verses
But H will spark the mic
The crowd will fill the fucking show when
H is spittin' on the mic
Honestly the melody is feeling
Like my therapy
The sounds within my mighty mind
Derived from my memory base, drums, energy
The realest fucking recipe
Emotions fill me up
But they will never get the best of me

I write rhymes to explain it
Rhymes to confuse it
I write rhymes to write rhymes
And never get confused kid
This beat is just confounding
Every syllable I’m sounding with that 3, 2
1 the atmosphere is my surrounding
Addicted to the movement
I am constantly improving
Putting everything I have in this
Try and start a movement
Boston back to Ithaca
I represent a state of mind
The past is past, so just relax
Save it for another time

316, coming live from the studio
I feel it in my soul
Fresh to death from head to toe
Words are morphing ever day
To me there is no stopping
Rap has got my soul enchained
There’s no need for it's unlocking
Sick flows, live shows
Boston is my front door
I love my fucking city
The city I would die for
The heart of a champion
The city I’m alive for
H will never let it stop
They’re cheering for the encore