Mumble Rap

Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-waking up with a song on her heart (Heart)

To make it clear, I think that we should take it to the start (Take it to the start)

Walked past an old man laying in the park

He was talking to himself, but he was saying something sharp

She found herself drawn to the vibe of his remarks

The resonations called her like blood to a shark

But as she got closеr, she felt something dark

Knеw she made a mistake, but before she could depart

He reached up and grabbed her, sent her pulse off the charts

Said "Everything you do will now be in another art"

Then vanished like Superman abandoning the planet

But this was similar to finding land in the Atlantic on the low

But she didn't really know (She didn't really know)

What's she gonna do? (What's she gonna do?)

And everywhere she go (Everything she felt)

(Yeah, yeah)

I got what you got and these are the song way (Uh, uh)

I know the things, evidence has its own ways (Yeah, yeah)

I got what you got and these are the song say (What the song say?)

You got what you say and I want that old way (The whole way)

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Uh, the definition of possession

The state of being completely under the influence of an idea or emotion

Broken open, to let the ghosts in

And go Gagosian with extra low end

Now, let's return to the scene (Scene)

Surreal and sent to chill and kinda burned at the seams (Seams)

It seem that real life had really turned to a dream (Dream)

But what exactly has she learned from the ling?

That's from Earth (Earth), or maybe from not (Not)

Maybe she just received the curse (Curse), or maybe the plot (Plot)

Maybe there's something like a birth (Birth), or maybe adopt (Adopt)

Or maybe not a baby at all as that falls into realms of being intimate

But this feels more significant than that even, and that evening

She really felt a difference in the facts speaking

Had definitely changed in this design (Design)

'Cause every time she went to chat, her mouth begat a rhyme, now

I got what you got and these are the song way (Let the song play)

I know the things, evidence has its own ways (Yeah, its own way)

I got what you got and these are the song way (Do what the song say)

You got what you say and I want that old way

(Yeah, the old way, yeah)

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Now, everything's a verse (Verse) and everything's a line (Line)

A lyrical, non-stop onslaught of rhymes

The hardcore roughneck bomb-drop divine

Sound that is found when the tom tops combine

With the bass and the snare and the kick

They fill you with a feeling that just make you wanna spit (Spit)

Rap a couple bars, move your arms like this

Your hand is a gun and your arm is a clip, let it rip

Don't get hit by the split-second Smith & Wesson lips

Full of hollow tips, please, tell the best on your list

That is death with a kiss

And they gotta swallow fire if they tryna follow this

With a style similar to ridin' around look for an arrest to resist

Ain't no rest for the wit, no recess for the gift

It's like I don't do it for the check or the chip

I protect and predict what the next going to flip

I address, then I rip, get respect, then I dip

I don't live in the past, I finesse and forgive (Peace, oh)

(Peace, peace, bars)

But don't make me resurrect up in this (Oh)

I got what you got and these are the song way

I know the things, evidence has its own ways

I got what you got and these are the song say

You got what you say and I want that old way, yeah

Ay-yo, ay-yo, whose mans was that?

Yo

Yo, he got killed, yo

Yo, she wan' murder him

Ayo, where she come from? Yo, like

Ay, bring her back

You, hey shawty

Ayo, hold up, let me talk to you

Wow