[Verse 1: K.A.A.N]
You could tell it was real with the flyin' man
No trust in the game for the shit I've seen
Take a young nigga out like you can't drink
I could send it all like a phenomenon
Your mind's closed off like it's an octagon
I said your heart is gone and I'm a stand-up guy
You send for help like the hand of God
I got the Midas touch, must you watch them step around me
Let them all drown in the pity, sad
I'ma wake up and go get it, lawd
What's the reason I would even do this, for
Tell me how a nigga even got this far
No blasphemy, it was a higher power
No surpassing me, I outlast a coward
I was in the basement, trying to learn the basics
Superb amazement, no words can phase me
I'm quite content with my work ethic
Go around the clock 'til I can't feel
My cup overrun, it's like canteens
Tell 'em give me space, I do my damn thing
Yell it through the speakers, I get it, through
Hoping that I can reach a nigga, I do
No one gives a fuck until, you
Get it by yourself homie that, true
I'm back up in this, that I'm more explosive
All this shit I'm hearing sounds atrocious
Dropping niggas scared like some roaches
Spread the love, they feel it 'til they're hopeless
I've been working hard and passed devoted
Time to meditate so pass the potent
Flower-power, cigga-rillo, roll it
Flow for hours, high up like I'm holy
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