Nocturnal (feat. Waeko Swami)

Let me breathe
Let me speak, inhale the tree
Let my body seep deep in melody
Feeling hell of greed for all that I need
Grabbing all this life has for me
Influence music with my fluent groove-ness
Where my truth fits
Ain't no truant to this Hip-Hop spit
A fan of Hard Rock riffs
Who come legit with the
Mental grip of slick grit rip
You either feel it or fear it
Fans feel the nearest
Hating rappers ain't even near this
Is that coherent for your ear, is
That coming through the clearest
Cause all I do is kill mics
Do trill right and give life
With lifelines from mind sight
Shining bright lights to blind eyes
These fine rhymes are aiming for that primetime
On our own grind, no stop signs
Oh so you got the juice
To spew the truth with these killer dudes
Come and rumble with the hustle
We be snapping on the humble
Leave you seeing double
As you stumble fumble
All I'm saying you in trouble, ugh
This love for this music run deep
Rhymes leap off the page
Like a lowrider slow creep
Hear them birds cheep
In the morning writing
While my family enjoy that deep sleep
That's a treat for a nigga like me
Trying to eat, that's a treat for a nigga like me
Trying to eat, that's a treat for a nigga like me
Trying to eat, that's a treat for a nigga like me
Trying to eat, that's a treat for a nigga like me
I spit with such velocity
You know, me and the homie Philosophy
We cooking verses come and cop a piece
Our pure monstrosities
Will turn these beats into atrocities
Making songs into novelties
Our rhyme book feeling novel deep
You know, when I touch these pages
Yo these words feeling timeless like they ageless
Open up my chi bigger than five sages
They tried to box me in I had to blow the cages
Tired of going hard for a job with minimum wages
Creating songs so I can live off these stages like I made it
But right now, I'm living from check to check
I confess, I want the millions and nothing less
I won't rest, refuse working at a simple desk
I won't accept death living as a spec, won't waste a sec
Cause the world is mine, man I'm chasing dead presidents
I'm trying to be relevant, but that's just irrelevant
To a bunch of people with no intelligence
My flow is elegant
This love for this music run deep
Rhymes leap off the page
Like a lowrider slow creep
Hear them birds cheep
In the morning writing
While my family enjoy that deep sleep
That's a treat for a nigga like me
Trying to eat, that's a treat for a nigga like me
Trying to eat, that's a treat for a nigga like me
Trying to eat, that's a treat for a nigga like me
Trying to eat, that's a treat for a nigga like me