Intro (Prod. Alex Dugdale)
Alright, what time is it?
12:42 23rd of September
Recording Practise Balance cool
Back to the soul
We in the Same old ride again
Clutching gears
Wielding my Samurai pen
Shifting shapes I'm the
Ink warrior
Clock ticking etching my BIC in
Soul Deep in his book focused on yin
Yangin on beat
Till devils defeat
Next time we meet
Imma greet with him with the peace
Turn him to a piece
Then imma air out, bleed out, hop out
Tryna find who I
Am rushing through this ounce I'm too high
Feed me the beats grow wings and imma fly
Aint tryna
Aint tryna die
Tryna find the Light
Help me find the
I was
I was born Ill Vision static
Fate spawns ink I'm automatic
If you ain't improving
You losing sometimes you gotta feel less
It's all a lesson install patience
Focus less on Ls and more on your essence
Your brain a switch always on
You can resist the pain till you decapitate
Refuse all you want your fuse
Needs to be replaced
I've tried endless burnin'
Shit don't change unless you put the work in
Same thing with anything
Ya mind, ya jewels, ya life, ya car
Or when you hop on the mic
I ain't made it yet but I know
When I sell out show the lights
The crowd the sound will
Alright