Awake - Counter-Terrorist lyrics

{Verse 1: Awake The Rapper} A suicide note I'm writing With what I know I'm automatic killing these verses like a rifle I'm moving swiftly as the, (?) But I find out what the joy and what that smile brings, I'm Ever lasting forever I'm grasping, reality Behind got no real questions to ask 'em Plasm 'em with the double barrel, shotty fu*k I chop sh*t like karate I just kill sh*t 'cus I'm Bobby, yeah I'm always cruising 'cus lately I've been losing my mind On some Doctor Doom sh*t, that new school bullsh*t That type of music that makes you want to go and do sh*t When inspiration hits, I won't need facts to prove it (?) with classic like I'm actually 'boutta be famous or important but I am nothing And the sh*t that I am practicing all the time and every night I guess that didn't happen at 8, that really something {Hook: Awake The Rapper} Ain't that really something Ain't that really something No matter what I do every night we all die sometime (x2) {Verse 2: atlas} The homies stay cruisin', don't confuse it, this is gentle on a (?) Tryna' fight some demons, use the (?) we for (?) Into the arrow in my head, it means to (reach them when they go?) If you think it sounds dope, then that's essentially the goal I'm just chilling, spoken like a fu*king revolutionary Holding all the weight nobody ever said that you could carry Moving (?) music like a true (?) You could sure use a better help to get deeper, (head a?) scuba store Removing (moral?) myself with every line written Communicate with my hands through a spy system It's that, try sipping, high hitting mad man Back hand every other rapper to the trash can And still be depressed at the end of the day But, try not to care 'cus this sh*t is a game And it seems like everybody else is throwing like an (afghan?) So I'll be here patiently waiting to crash, land {Hook: atlas} Ain't that really something It ain't that really something, yuh Ain't that really something (no matter what I do every night we all die sometime) x2