Faded Mist

Track 10: Faded mist

Verse 1
I see the mist has cleared and after 9 instrumentals i feel emerged in my own world i pull the pistol here, i gotta kiss the beat for this melody it has been a pleasure to measure me with myself, gotta be the one to be delivering the sickest album in this whole entire fucking world, i gotta search for them bars, purged from the start, surfing on Mars
My mind is too sick and i am fly in the biz it's so precise when i spit all of these lines with some wit
I'm in the situation where it is increasingly so difficult to be getting my lines together
Withered in my head i am so crazy gotta chase dreams always balling like i'm Bailey
Situated in the coffin when i step up on the microphone it is a chance for me to take part in some beef

Hook
But i'm real
Faded mist
Faded mist
I showed ya'll that i blowed smoke on 10 beats
(X2)

Verse 2
Talented with phrases i will punch ya'll in your faces got some aces in my statements
Gotta be fast with massacres
Taking daggers and flexing on
Cheddar getters like animals
Better batter when i get up take a second now to be faster i can prove to you it's not sped up got the focus to form an era Guiness record to break most necks, ya
Put'em under the dirt and we'll gotta see if it'll hurt and you'll get shot and form a hearse
Naturally from rotting brain cells pain melts when i take in the music, you're shaking profusely cuz i just murdered you and your crew, uh, Scooby-Doo
Serious sick business when i spill all of these lines
Seal'em without fitnesse cuz the G's are all aligned
Kilo's are just fine
Lastly i wanna say something to my loyal fans
Ya'll are like royal, men
Al Syafriq, Neko Runs, Branx and Swago
Shoutout and peace

Hook

But i'm real
Faded mist
Faded mist
I showed ya'll that i blowed smoke on 10 beats
(X4)