Music-K.A.A.N./K-Def

Yeah yeah, lord, knowledge Uh huh, eh , lord, eh Look, look, huh, look When I relapse to the tempo When I take time to make it simple Till its tenfold and eventful But the man go with a **** stroll Like a van Gogh but no vanguard And a vagabond the imagine. nochalant Not national(?) with the orchestras(?) I orchestrated, not penetrated And I resonated, and you can't debate (it) But I'm feeling great, I'm in a good space I got a cold song in my system blasting And my window down, and my mind flowing And that Marvin Gaye til' I'm comatose I might overdose on that stylin'(?) soul With that simple love that you rather hear I gotta persevere, I wanna persecute I, said I do this like its nothing to me A cooler composer close the curtain Cursing curving the beat up Personal peak upon some piece I plead the people believe In need of the voice of Etta James So I can drown out the pain, lord I need to rest but I got stress on my mind No longer sleeping I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes I play some music all alone The tone is passing the time And I hear these stories and the lyrics The energy is sublime, Lord I want a magical, mystifying soliloquy Send me something that's real If I feel the seal of approval Boost the truth I'm loose and living Listening to Frankie Beverly Amazed the maze(?) I made the flavor Forsaken this shake(?) is Satan Won't cave in I came and I claim That I was exceptional Paid attention astutely By soothing(?) smooth as masseuses I'm ruthless maybe relentless Lament the lesson they lecture They lace the lyrics they living And listen this is by children That feel alone for an instance(?) I did I remember playing So Makavelli melodically Bother me and the people around me Don't seem to care at all I'm in this by myself With no one to help or assist I'm convinced to testing these lives With the music I'm feeling fine Now in my mind I reminiscence I miss the bliss that I had I remember ripping on the plastic From 2pacalypse now You couldn't tell me nothing different Now i'm not putting it down I finally found the love of my life And this message is over beats I beseech the speech and I sing a song like Sinatra I'm Johnny Cash With these stripes on my soldier The trains are coming I'm running, huffing But never stop because I'm dedicated sacrificing I'm feeling so elated I need to rest but I got stress on my mind No longer sleeping I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes I play some music all alone The tone is passing the time And I hear these stories and the lyrics The energy is sublime | Lord **first time only** I want that music that was real so I could feel it for sure I realized that they don't even make that **** anymore And I'm just trying to bring it back To that rap with classic galore We put some soul inside the sound So they could feel the allure Look I'm pushing it to the limit Peter pan to my pen I picture the perfect procreation Appropriation of phrases I phase the fake with the ****in A phase I [?] Play a pun to punish them all With that interlude 'bout the gun You know: Packing the mac in the back of the ave' [x2] Give them the rub on the lyrical track I pity the moment 'm bringing them back I'm lining the mind in a minute a minute I own it, never tone it, I am alone In love with the music, I'm putting it first I've literally been immersed I need to rest but I got stress on my mind No longer sleeping I've been thinking of these pivotal rhymes I play some music all alone And I hear these stories and the lyrics The energy is sublime Lord Eh, Knowledge, ***** Uh huh huh, eh ,eh "ooh this *****'s going hard [?]"