Oshi - Don't Ask lyrics

[escape] Escape's come, my brain's spun Headaches numb as the ba** bumps But it's just a side effect I get from getting My respect, breaks? I ain't ever gonna take one I'm finally coming to erase some Doubts that you have started to make up It's like I'm back from the dead, you know that place full of graves? Well it's the same place that I came from The plots in my rhyme change up Like Optimus Prime it's apocalypse time everything's done Which species are safe? I would say none I'm a predator I prey on everything like I was a nun The portrait I paint is a strange one Cause all I do is shoot other so called artists with a paint gun I'm Jason in a hockey mask so do not relax All you garbage artists always talking trash While you bite your style from other soggy acts You can't be my home dog if you're a copycat We're playing in a different league This the A team and I'm Mr. T Beating Rocky's a** in a boxing match, that's a punch line I'm crystal clean like Listerine or OXY pads Take shots at me, and I'm bombing back ‘Cause I'd give my life to blow up But I accidentally survived my kamikaze crash (whoops) Woke up in a body bag Unzipped myself and then I pissed myself ‘Cause I was in a cemetery surrounded by Nazi flags And zombies saying welcome home Now switch the up the rhyme To crisply written, intricate sentences, vicious penmanship Isn't it fine? This is just like A written description of the sickness That is given when you witness a k**ing And the criminal didn't admit to committing the crime Whatever life is when it gives you lemons and limes You squirt them in it's eyes If you're a young rapper dedicated to k** all of your competition You should really reconsider how you're spending your time (Like what?) This is anything but basic rap This that unidentified flying spaceship rap This that flavor when most people are tasteless rap This that listen to when you wanna escape it rap This that sh** that you can kick back or party to Part of you's chill but the other part wants a beautiful disaster Dizzy for shizzy you bizzy get busy fizzast This music is your drug, take my lyrics down the hizzatch Miss match your self, do something that is different Don't think that what they do is what you must have it isn't You could do you or you could just match to fit in The more of life you get is really up to that decision And I know because I used to not have any goals My life has had more change than a penny roll So it makes sense why there's so many holes in who I am But I wasn't afraid to change because I knew I can But if you really think about it, it's really just all music Yeah the hate's gonna come but to be honest we all do it But what are we all doing? Come on, we all humans We all doing things we want to call beautiful It's wrong and takes to long to fall through with So I'd rather just not do it Instead let's all just live in the now, live in the sound That's what living's about, turn it up Don't ever limit it down Let it disseminate inside Let it stimulate your mind Let it get your spirit up with an intent to make your night This music emulates your brain and makes your mental state sublime It's a simple way to get away from anything you like This music I may supply, hopefully you have came to by You can name the price, I don't want your money I just want you to take the time to let me prove I came to shine Like a star in the sky at night I'm brighter Than two gamma rays combined So why am I Never seen by any people even though when I be speaking I be preaching like a priest you prima donnas want a Piece of me, but a piece of me wanna leave you all in pieces I'mma eat you like you peanuts, piña colada, or a pizza pocket Peep the P-A-P-E-R that's peeping out of my pocket I received it by repeating masterpieces in your speaker Properly, stay dominant Follow me, we conquering All of the, incompetence Pop in me and get lost in amazing tracks I'd collect some lyric notes and staple that To my chest, just so you could notice the way I rap They say I s**, but they blow like the hole on a whale's back They're following what's been done, I hope to create a path I hope that the lane I craft will open up changes fast If they're shown to behave and act When they're flowing then maybe after They hear me they'll be fired up and be inspired to Light their own fire up and we'll overtake the map Here we go escape is back Well I guess to most of you I've just begun You are now seeing the part where the pesky dumb Kid proves to everyone it's deep in his heart You best be running or reach for the stars I wreck these chumps as I speed in a car Smashing pedestrians, swerving, trying to see in the dark For people who might not even believe in the art I don't even know where this road leads but at least it's a start My quest becomes out of this world, come I'll lead you to mars It's everything and nothing b**h Nod if you are being just convinced That the musically free, age 16, lyric fiend up in this piece It's not about what you're made of, it's what's inside you So I'd rather have a cheap gla** that's half full Than a golden cup that's empty But I'm not even half full, defend your feeble friends We feast on their flesh it's a feeding f**ing frenzy A feast I'm starving s**er, haven't had supper Since several summers ago and you look like mince meat You're just sustenance up against me Just protein I'm a teen that pro at poaching You posers get poked and ate like poached eggs and potpourri He said he could gas on the track Guess that's why I'm feeling my abdomen bloating And I didn't bump all your mixtapes I'm just shopping for groceries Oh, homie I'm so clean, clean enough to make Mr. Clean Throw in the towel and make what the folks sing At your church sound like explicit gangster rap from S.N double O.P Oh, please, back up and let your foes breathe Escape is overdosing on originality lacking in posing ‘Cause why hijack when my raps Have what ma**es can't fathom to craft I'd rather have that then what swaggish rappers composing They happily half a**ing tracks, slacking, napping, they cozy I'm action packed, pa**ionate, pa**ing fads my pad is exploding With magic, you could grab it or let it pa** you Just know that I'll never have you Disappointed if your pa**enger chose me As your music provider while you're riding right into traffic Have this blasting past the limit until its rattling the whole street Let it slap, then slap anyone who ain't clapping to the dope beat Bobbing their head, or tapping on both feet ‘Cause our branch of music is so deeply rooted Play this and your speakers naturally grow leaves Disastrous rappers wanna claim they masters of poetry Claiming they'll be great But never making it take place they just wait They think it'll just happen they hoping But I represent the difference Between hoping and actually knowing Weird Inside, ASPEN, and Oshi