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[Hook: Block McCloud] Let my style be free My voice path frees me Throwing rocks, can't see ‘Cause they won't where I go [Verse 1: I-See-On] Yo, yo, I rise through purple skies. Women cry, rise in alibis I f**ed them but never loved them—they hurt me inside Thought there was love here, but you was just smirking inside Jump out the window. Icon'll never naturally die Void as the black hole but never made it back home When I die, make sure they bury me with a black rose While in the black hole, a armadillo ate an astro When I was born, my body was 95 percent coke Yo, where I'm from, bad times and happiness walk hand in hand in the street Was we sent here to live or just to die? The world is much more than just trying to get high I said, “The world is much more than just trying to get high” [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] What I write make the world shine bright, burn through your Oakleys Bloodshot eyes. I breathe the city air that's smoky, shady Souls done shown me how the closest even play me I let the music raise me. She couldn't ever rape me—she made me Mother and son, and, yo, I love her like none. It's crazy Had I made her doubt me when I'm her baby Breastfed from day one, patting my back over her shoulder Pop then take me and changing my diapers on the sofa Her little soldier. Giving me kisses and hugs That can't be touched—unconditional love The gift of the blood. Even wash my dick in her tub Sing it to me. The sound was my nipple to s** It tickle my gut. I close my eyes shut, open ‘em up To a dirty Rolly, dirty glows, holding a cup I could hardly hear your voice, ma. What happened to us? Yo, I could hardly hear your voice, ma. What happened to us? [Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) Let my style be free My voice path frees me Throwing rocks, can't see ‘Cause they won't where I go [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] My words spit pure anger from years of hard labor From rags to riches, from independent to major, living in danger In a world of haters, corrupt mayors Thug n***as with bangers, love, triggers, and chambers I can't call it. My heart cold like Antarctic Camcorded street life—put your mans on it Hell, we stand on it. I'm trying to open your eyes Nod your head and jam on it. To see twenty-six I don't plan on it. So I stay twisting mad chronic My life is in fast-forward—‘bout to see my last morning I wake up, put my gear on, wipe the crust Out of my eye, ready to die, kiss moms goodbye Let the bombs fly. Every day is like war to me I'm so high, I feel a bird with enormous wings About to take flight. My voice carries me Now I walk on the clouds amongst the heavenly Bury me [Verse 4: Block McCloud] She said that every breath was me Ecstasy when she was s**ing me. Brought out the best in me, my destiny Guaranteed. She was my parents' seed—my folks called her “daughter” Was right there when she broke water Fair to say she was my biggest fan So I did everything a n***a can to make the figures grand, including trigger-bang Down on the corner, out on the street Making the block hot, burner co*ked, avoiding the heat They're on the beat like a metronome, out to get your head cloned If dozing, posing threats, I'll set the tone first Let their dome burst if they come up searching me, irking me Taking my profit from me, jerking me I'm coming up like Hercules. Certain fiends Went from searching jeans and cheap fruits to three-piece suits In pursuit of happiness and security For you and me, my immortal beloved [Hook: Block McCloud] (x4) Let my style be free My voice path frees me Throwing rocks, can't see ‘Cause they won't where I go