Native Tongue - Quinn XCII

I got this style

You feel that soul

But still you play

The radio

I changed my name

Two years ago

Left that old sound

Forward I go

I like it loud

You like it low

Drown you in bass

Titanic flow

Everybody hit that schmoney

'Bout a week ago

Yeah I know that’s not my style

But I still play it though

Tell me something tell me something that I want to hear

All that criticism in my head goes out my ears

The right resolve is never given me to grab a hold

Despite it all, think I should let it go

So don’t change

He says don’t stray, stay your own

They said follow where we go

These days kings race for dead thrones

Their tall tales boost their egos

Lately I sit back with a view

Take all this time to think anew

Ways to express what’s gone unsung

Translate them to my native tongue

They’ve got ideas

We’ve got ours too

The ways to dress

What not to do

As this has grown

More hands reach out

They pull my strings

Play off my parts

I’m paranoid but I’m trippin'

We ten feet from slippin'

Mixtape days we missin'

But I know these songs will play

I’m senseless but I’m focused

You fell asleep when I wrote this

We so dope, don’t cope this

Yeah I know these songs will stay

Tell me something tell me something that I want to hear

All that criticism in my head goes out my ears

The right resolve is never given me to grab a hold

Despite it all think I should let it go

So don’t change

He says don’t stray, stay your own

They said follow where we go

These days kings race for dead thrones

Their tall tales boost their egos

Lately I sit back with a view

Take all this time to think anew

Ways to express what’s gone unsung

Translate them to my native tongue