[Intro]
Yeah, it's all real
It's nothing involved, it's all sk**
I'm feeling inclined to spit lines of venom
Spectacular, -aculate, vernaculate
I hope these n***as know I'm more explosive than a supernova
Pops, took him to the car
They asking, "Keyz, what are you doing this for?"
I say, "Nothing, I'm just rapping"
See that I'm raw, hazardous
Spittin' that rap for cash
So anybody out there that thinks you have to go to a studio
You're doing all that at the house with minimal equipment
[?]
Nope, I can verify that one
Not even a $50 an hour studio
I'll do at home, where I'm peaceful, relaxed and, you know, cool
[Verse 1]
The sum of all my efforts evolve into my best work
The sun is always stronger than the darkness of when d**h hurts
Marking up the calendar from talking in the challengers
I'm harboring my [?] and his sword is excalibur
Gorgeous women calling our [?] and our floor
Trying to evacuate and hit the fire escape from our doors
Like Anne Hathaway, don't put a scratch in like Catwoman
I would have to say, the worst is the wrath of a black woman
Rapping up the season like a TV finale
With a CD from B. Keyz, I'm DC to Cali
You can meet me at Bally's fitting this instrumental like a Snuggie
Staying devote, backing up tallies
Sure to hit the ballots, elected as the best out
Recording with a callous, I've been stretching all their necks out
All the way in Tokyo, I wonder what they'll say
When they see that the Godzilla k**ed a town when I step out
[Hook]
Let it run
Every emotion that I feel, I spill and let it run
Not interested in trying to finish a sentence, let it run
Challenging anyone who knows a sicker, let it run
Jogging my memory back to how I begun, I let it run
[Verse 2]
Thought about a life between the shadows and the limelight
Reminded me a night that I'mma have it when the time's right
The path that I'mma take is probably [?] to [?]
I'm hooting at the stars but got a crab in the barrel
Flashiest apparel from the baddest of the fashionistas
Black Adidas sneaker matching like your pastor's Easter jacket
It's an early resurrection for the bloggers
Jumping through the track [?] instead of Froggers
Acid rappers on the scale, weighing out my chances
Praying that I fail like the clumsiest of dancers
Lowly Anne Gibson, I'm gifted with my steps
[?] now my vision is correct
Beautiful Mind-ed, I'm riding to the d**h
Never need a cosign, it's to sign me a check
A threat, they're wondering how is he that nice
I'm just finishing a task I was given in my past life
[Hook]
Let it run
Every emotion that I feel, I spill and let it run
Not interested in trying to finish a sentence, let it run
Challenging anyone who knows a sicker, let it run
Jogging my memory back to how I begun, I let it run
[Verse 3]
[?] lyrics by delivery and concept
Sure to be abandoned with no Johnny in the conquest
Speaking very candidly of who I call my family
The candles in the sun or the light under a canopy
So can I be the reason for change?
It's the season of the lyricist, I'm bringing the rain
But without an umbrella, I'm leaving the game colored
It's all in my nature, grieving the same mother
Who gave birth to hip hop but now she's in the bag
With the money and the weed, we treatin' fame like a Ziploc
And I'm just tryna unwrap the mummy
I'm getting tired of these dumb raps for money
I wonder if that Winnie's a misfit
Chasing all these piglets, a bear for the honeys
And it's the simplest addition
Ain't it funny how I use problems to solve any mission
[Hook]
Let it run
Every emotion that I feel, I spill and let it run
Not interested in trying to finish a sentence, let it run
Challenging anyone who knows a sicker, let it run
Jogging my memory back to how I begun, I let it run
[Outro]
We all got our own, we all got our own
We all got our own
Got our own, got our own
Type of slang, it's like
Type of slang, it's like
Jogging my memory back to how I begun, I let it run