Apr 7, 2024 The boys are back with another one! Been a bumpy road to finish this song, but it's finally here. Loose translation of my verse: Spoiler Perhaps I don't belong in the canon of art, because I just "put" verses on beats in a niche way. I stumble next to the elite, their fancy thing is just xeroxing, there's nobody unique left. Me? I'm looking for a spark homie, rap on my synapses is just instinct, I just don't have this "I have to do this" feel and also free time. Mar is Ozymandias - living monument. From the mic burned off the bulb on the lamp in my parents house to my own place and my own family I still spit in the same style I used to back then. My "homies" used to say I will end it really quick, but it's been sixteen years since I started flowing. Where are those cowards that were here for a minute tho? They were rolling hard, but they share the same grave today. Woo! Their ceiling is my floor that I walk on with dirty shoes, It's time for reset and fat fun, bass on the stage in the big clubs, cypher raps in the loose clothes, madness till you hear your ears ringing. My plan? To throw out word sequences till my lung f---ing explodes. This summer I will debut my CD, rappers will feel my shoe on their necks, They will understand why my skills are heavy like Biggie, So don't cross the line when I'm shooting. I don't see skilled rappers around, Back in the days everyone was inspired, Now half of these dudes are pedos like Diddy, MFers @CreativeSXN @OffTopic BS @ItsPwizz @FiveOh1 @DuragSZN
