LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nomadic Extra Large

Verse 1:
lyricism is a skill only possessed by a few.
It takes a rare being to do the things that we do.
Some say Im wrong the way i perpetually crush crews.
drive through the game like a freeway, more like a crazy driver on freebase racing from the cops, on the loose till the sun fades away.
And I ride through the dark nights and rides ahead of me.
Swirving and curving, but still thread steadily.
In a lane most people seldomly travel.
A road that’s closed to most, because their drowning in the gravel.
Of the utmost fear ever possibly known to man.
But im grown from a different type soil, groomed on a different type land.
Feet firmly placed in a different type sand.
Ran a thousand miles on hot soil to become the man that I am.
Chorus:
one of the most excruciating underrated Macs to ever roam the planet, but i rate high on authenticity so much that the fake get reprimanded.
the industry can’t stand when a real one breaks through the door Unapologetically.
Liquid lyrics for mankind to dig deep and sink.
Oh yes you can, be the best you were born to be.
The world and the universe is yours, if you welcome with open arms and let nature take it’s course.
Verse 2:
It’s long run, but it’s a proud battle.
When you bank account good and no more spare change rattling inside your pocket.
Straight going for broke, Trying to survive a crooked letter I industry.
Moving through the smoke. can barely see the bigger vision sometimes, but I know.
Its written in pure stone that I’m far from a joke.
When my my mind is set and ready to go, I’m going for broke.
Rich flavor worth more than an infinite amount of dollars.
Breaking the bank of intelligence you dealing with a certified scholar.
In life experiences and there’s way to many to talk about.
Keep my mouth shut on things to personal for ya’ll to know about.
Although I consider my self an open book, read about him.
How he became a certified crook, stealing light from they so called rap stars.
They got shook, from pure honesty and transparency of this good book.
that I present to you. That will open your eyes, so take a look.
deep inside the mine of a lunatic, uhh.
Keep it sweet like cinnamon and bloody like lipstick.
For these dip shits. I’m the son burning the sand like tans.
I set it off like Deliciously to make ya taste palette expand and travel to unknown lands, yea.
Chorus:
one of the most excruciating underrated Macs to ever roam the planet, but i rate high on authenticity so much that the fake get reprimanded.
the industry can’t stand when a real one breaks through the door Unapologetically.
Liquid lyrics for mankind to dig deep and sink.
Oh yes you can, be the best you were born to be.
The world and the universe is yours, if you welcome with open arms and let nature take it’s course.