Curtismith - Prologue lyrics
[Verse 1] Been gettin visual with lyricals lately Raps surmounting and I'm tryna make the pinnacle Maybe I'm crazy Caught up with a bunch of fugazis But if you think I'm quittin know that nothing's gon' faze me I'm stating Like Statham getting snatched out Always in the studio making music I crank out I'm the one they badmouth Let me take the cats and all the bags out If I'm spitting lyrics know I'm living what I rap out Either that, visions or my dreams I can be that older brother helpin' your esteem A message to all the teens, who are ready to startup, lean Kings after the warm up, and prepared to meet a queen We provin' there's no end to chivalry Always keep it real, never trip or make believe He's judging you by your deeds; I'm talking Supreme Being And I'm praying for the souls of lost and pretty young things Who like to do some pretty dumb things Like a f**boy talkin' to her just for one thing And she doesn't see it All of the bullsh** she's believin' like it's f**in' treason It's clear as day and night or seasons And the reasons hide the actions But now I see it and I'm glad for things I had learned I had to get burned a couple of times to know the truth I don't blame her for her actions I'm blamin' it on her youth [Hook] Talk to 'em like Talk to 'em like this, yeah Talk to 'em like this Talk to 'em like this, yeah Keep it real, keep it real Never front, take a blunt to the feels [Verse 2] I'm not part of the fame but I've been getting it They say it's heaven sent working with this eloquence I feel benevolent when talkin' to y'all Luck of the draw And painting pictures And I've been my playing cards And here for making wishes I Invade a village Never fiend, or rape, or pillage I've been on a mission for commissions To increase my digits Tell my streamin' fictious I separate the fiction Visions of a lean startup with a horse's engine We not the same invention but don't get me ga**ed up I got a dream and vision I ain't gonna pa** up I'm tryna make my footprint bigger than the Sasquatch Reachin' for the stars, I might partner up with NASA Some people hate me like a ba*tard Some people label me a black star Some people really like to brag They the best to ever rap Never really know what facts are