Warning MAVI
"Warning" by MAVI, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, self-awareness, and societal challenges. The lyrics reflect MAVI's introspective thoughts on personal struggles, the impact of his environment, and the pursuit of authenticity. Unique musical elements include intricate wordplay and a soulful beat that enhances the emotional depth. The song resonates with listeners for its raw honesty and has contributed to MAVI's growing recognition in the hip-hop scene, highlighting the importance of mental health and community narratives.
I remember when
Niggas tested me in school I stained a scholarship
I ain’t the brightest I just aim the nicest framed in light me killa kamp sco n orph riding in
Reliance of gas mileages
Private when maniacal
Silent in defiance still
Only stir for therapy and dives into the night
I’m hardly writing shit avoiding lies n prying in my life I’m just an ordinary genius
W a burden of my own if atlas shrugged then I can too n shirk the learnings of my home burgeoning surgeon of my own living a life under knife
My songs r prophecies u damocles hearing from dionysus u don’t want this seat at all
You don’t wanna see it fall I took a breather
Interceded; niggas need to breathe the fog I had anxiety attacks over the lies behind my back
Under the guise of prior attachment almost signed my name in blood i almost signed my name in blood
My mama lines my name in love
I still hope it taste like limes in the minds of the weights I trudge with that’s baggage
Now my energy tides in internecine ways that’s pointing at my inner design enemy lines I’m behind them and my grin is turned sideways I remember those times pacing
The jitters won’t lie placid my mental won’t lie vacant
Chased minimal time wasted
Days, literal time wasted my principles lie naked
I know my death gon b unpoetic, the punctuation is preset breathing weaving these letters
Niggas tested me in school I stained a scholarship
I ain’t the brightest I just aim the nicest framed in light me killa kamp sco n orph riding in
Reliance of gas mileages
Private when maniacal
Silent in defiance still
Only stir for therapy and dives into the night
I’m hardly writing shit avoiding lies n prying in my life I’m just an ordinary genius
W a burden of my own if atlas shrugged then I can too n shirk the learnings of my home burgeoning surgeon of my own living a life under knife
My songs r prophecies u damocles hearing from dionysus u don’t want this seat at all
You don’t wanna see it fall I took a breather
Interceded; niggas need to breathe the fog I had anxiety attacks over the lies behind my back
Under the guise of prior attachment almost signed my name in blood i almost signed my name in blood
My mama lines my name in love
I still hope it taste like limes in the minds of the weights I trudge with that’s baggage
Now my energy tides in internecine ways that’s pointing at my inner design enemy lines I’m behind them and my grin is turned sideways I remember those times pacing
The jitters won’t lie placid my mental won’t lie vacant
Chased minimal time wasted
Days, literal time wasted my principles lie naked
I know my death gon b unpoetic, the punctuation is preset breathing weaving these letters
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