Nino Bless, Soul Khan, Cambatta - Bonfire lyrics

[Nino Bless, Soul Khan, Cambatta - Bonfire lyrics]

Ayo the MC's MC, with nothing yet envied
How so, the competition makes’em resent me
Why me, NB i'm barely worth 10Gz
Sold myself short but none of
Them ain't ever pimp me
To keep that respect seems like
The price is hefty
Through the pen repenting my sins
Life has kept me
Compressed and neglected cause mother
Nature’s a dead beat no more wet be-hind my
Ears racing death's speed catch me
Bit the hand that fed me time to excrete
My rep speaks for it'self there's
Nothing left to secrete
Smelled the coffee no more poison
Eating what’s deadly
Now I'm getting healthy and cleansing
Deading that red meat
Yeah, this temple’s clean, heaven sent
Let's meet walked through hell, Jacob Boeme
Google that net geeks
Wish me well, or wish fail, either or
Life's a high price whore that
I can't seem to afford
There's no reason to repeat what I
Seek and I'm reaching for
Other than to cheat and intervene
All these evil thoughts
Though I made it out the ghetto
Still I ain't boasting
That’s why they show me love when
I slide bi, No Frank Ocean, church
I don't need that Throne, to each his own
Look, I'm deep in a zone
Like receivers going long
Knowledge is my armor
You can't take my honor
Killing me only makes me a martyr, Bless!
It’s ironic getting a piece of
The pie that I wanted
Same ambition that typically gets
A fly swatted
Bionic man sound effects whenever I’m walking
Out the corner of my mouth
Just because my life’s awesome
Before I lie in my coffin
I want kids, grandkids
And the chance to throw the rice on’em
Stop calling these records, you only iPod’em
Y’all don’t work to nurture the trees
You only climb on’em
I’m like Ben Franklin’s key with
The kite on it
Waiting for the moment that the bolt
Is gonna strike on it
Everything is only out of style
Soon as I got it pride hurt
I turn around and say my wife bought it
Sorry my fiancée pardon me I’m awfully
Eager just to see her
See I’m having such an off day
They let us scrape by while
The cake high at Barclay’s fuck it
Time to separate the real from the cosplay
We’re products of the blocks that
We were chipped off from
But we’re more than just a lead-up
To a rim shot drum in my day the shit talk
Would get y’all jumped
‘Cause, I spit about life
I don’t spit on one
I ain’t got faith but that ain’t my place
To tell you what to be believe
So get out of my face
With your book of wives tales
Cause, I fail to see how they’re any
Better than the heaven I make
I'm lost in a mental labyrinth

I’m a person with a
Purpose that Accidentally happened
Hovering through life like Spike
Lee camera angles society has noosed my neck
It appears I'm strangled
Death so close I can
Hear the angels singing pledge
Allegiance to the flag of a devil in a halo
Gave us paper for our gold
Ankle bracelets on our souls
That tainted Mother Nature and they
Raped her in her holes invisible jail cells
Digital augmented realities
Social security numbers are
Human barcodes there's
An oil spill on aisle 666
This is a game of monopoly
They play with economies
Psychological ball and chains
A 9 to 5 is a third my life
After all the shitting, fucking
And sleeping all I have time to do is cry
If we all know were gonna die why
Are we so content with not living

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