Say (What) - Clear Soul Forces

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time

Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time

Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times

Yea, I’m 'bout to bust right now, like a fuckin' freestyle

I’m talking about your bubble, nigga you in trouble

Thinking racist people really gonna love you

Nigga got him a salary and think he peanut butter

Lemme tell you something you don’t know

The object is to really make you feel like you can grow

Make your monthly payment and increase your credit score

You can’t get no promotion but they use you for promo, ay yo

My soho scroll so flows get froze

Your toes get swole from all that kicking low no low blow

My cocoa fro engulf yo ho so bro she chose

Don’t even stress it though, smoke mo' bowls

'Cause we be tripping dog, I thought like tipping off

I stopped fucking around and now you think I’m getting soft

I rap at a thousand kilometers per record, boy

syllable record, boy

See Ilajide what, mama gave me that name

And I don’t kinda play what with my thing

And that’s a lot of things, what, passion and the fans

I brought a lot of bank, what,

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time

Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time

Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times

Somebody told me I was never gonna make it

I turn my back upon that notion, no there’s no second of hesitation

No thinking, mush a motherfucka’s interests looking vacant

Detroit, where even women and children behave abrasive

I love it, but hit the Matrix on the fuckery

My lungs are full of fire, belly empty and a nigga feeling hungry

Luckily, limits I push 'em so this is nothing new

Looking at me like who am I, I’m staring back like who is you

American is I’m a prisoner but not a victim

I get the opportunity, I’m raging on the system

If I call you bit-, don’t take it personal a nigga venting

Prayer written on a shell casing, busting from the MI-

I be E fuckin' Fav, what, brother gave me that name

Ain’t got no time to play, what, take no blessings in vain

You made a big mistake, what, thinking we are the same

I’m playing chess you playing checkers, what, mate that’s game

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time

Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time

Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times

Ay yo

How do you make it in America

Where they love guns more than they children with no hysteria

The Lyrical in your area, rest in peace to my pockets

Since I decided to waste my mind power in college

To be in debt to the knowledge, chasing a mirage to get

Caught in a barrage of things that never cross your mind

They mold you in, turning in assignments to get you used to living by deadlines

Deader than lines by confinement

To put it all in writing

I’m tired of chasing the life with a life that leaves much to be desired

You check it

But I master the sea of life, they call me Poseidon

Holding the trident, swinging through these lines to make the tide shift

And why I’m different I prolly die if I don’t write lyrics

The gift and the curse of living off of killing a verse

One of the last dudes who still lack jewels, burying rap fools

Screaming out cash rules in a pair of dad shoes

Say Noveliss, what, I got that name from my kids

But see my problem is, what, I lost my closest of friends

I lost my grandma, what, and I was out in Japan

But if this record spins in heaven we get one more dance

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time

Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times

Lemme bust one time, lemme bust one time

Lemme bust two times, lemme bust two times

Yo, feel like a motion picture lover

This life in living color, purple Jimi Hendrix show over

Electrify ya lady pull the curtains on us

haters, twist some fingers on 'em

Dig it now, they want more like Jay gets Encore

Frontin now they rock more than

Lost in my notebook, tend to anticipate the hook

'Cause verses underrated as Royce on Renegade is

Lyrically fit, don’t sweat my technique it gets sick

Turn your stomach just like some gin and rummy

Brandy and Hennessy, baby pour up a memory

'Cause Forces coming back with like Titos and Mickey D’s

Exhaling kush from out your vessel so breathe

You Corey Maggette, my sound clips is like machetes

Can’t fade me, I get tapered already

You know the Forces hold the strong arm steady

My name is L.A.Z., what, three letters my name

with the last shit, what, our last album was flame

Felt it was classic, what, we had to do it again

Once I rock a mic, I leave with her and a friend