Lucid - God's Grandson lyrics

[Verse 1: Lucid] Lucid's real, with dualism and thrills It ain't hard to tell like Gang-Starr on pars in Ma** Appeal No way I'll ever make it With El on the Ill the face of Hip-Hop cracked The little curse was k**ed Like an egg, it was hatched, fed, handled in sk** Still snakes like Drake mix in old artificial mills Flowers were made, people set for the ones who get paid The top Hip-Hop 100, top 6 were blundered So I'm bringing 94 back Can't bring maybachs or May back Instead I gifted April back Need opportunities, hearing my sh** No distractions I breathe words Leave sounds in your clique, percussions Living life while I'm resting I'm acting, not breathing For sleep is my cousin You're staring at d**h, touch my mic for a sec An extension of my arms, tough day for the techs And now you're d**h too But you left behind, not your life But an uneducated state of mind Lifting spirits, I put my blood into these lyrics What's a sacrifice if it don't end in hysterics A beach lived fantasy, on the bright Bey Sunshine I'm bright, clear, serene Yasiin me? Stuck in a mime box, the eyes are deceiving Spitting a verse hot with echo's revealing [Verse 2: Lucid] So I'm vibing to my microphone held compact Ways I spit rhymes with good time in lyrical abstract Infact, my history had an eighth in line And if I only live once then not once I'll live divine In a room called real our clique stays forever We call it a Common room for a New Wave of an era Snapback mans trance on hypes I created in a trend I pretend That we're all affiliated I'm glad she rated it When the rain are my bars crows on high streets run Scatter, and cover up When the cover is melted, I must be on acid Still then micrograms can't get my mind past it I've seen the rainbow, in the white light It's what my mind can view in this Old tight life I imagine my own colour, but can you? Close your eyes give it a chance and you might do too But nar, you can't see it like Lucid did it Crystal clear like LCD 'u' and 'i' ain't included Big time words with no emotional high I spit a drizzle make effects of the flap of a bu*terfly Storms were created, I didn't even mean it Cos my words were contested and taken out of the context That i really only ever meant to say the first place My story ain't worldwide It comes from my birthplace Lucid dreams I've been controlling my future In a nightmare world it's only soon you'll see that..