Prologue

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you 'bout this kid that they didn't even knew talked
He wasn't mellowed at all
"A couple words is all he knew" is what the people 'round him thought
He was silent when he walked around the hall
And that kid was really small, no, he was not tall
It would surprise them if he said something around them
And they'd be lyin', sayin' they knew his voice sounded
And if they came to find the socials, they'd be so astounded
'Causе they thought that he was too innocent, [?] in-and-out whеn they found it
He was never a bad kid, always stayed clean
Like he was wipin' the napkin everytime he was seen
'Cause the way he was acting, he was different, but not strange
He was "that kid"
As I stated, he was not loud, came from a small town in the south
The only scene where he increased his sound
From NC but he wasn't [?] unlike everyone around
He [?] then all of the peeps
That were nearby but he was a clown

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[Verse 2]
It was his first year of middle school
He disliked it, he wanted back in his room
He was told the year would zoom
He didn't believe it, but did it too
He wanted to fit in [?], but he didn't think he would do
He was clueless, he didn't know what he was finna do
He wanted the year to end
Even though it had just began
Every year, it was this again
Even when he had class with his friends
At school, he was quiet, like, everywhere he went
Except for the place he lived
It was the day before Christmas break
He loved the spring because he had built a hate relationship with the place of educate
And, 'til this day, I am still amazed by what this kid decided to do
In this day, instead of his usual plate, he had some [?] made
He was quiet, as I've said that five times, and he had talent writing
Everytime he wrote a story, they'd like it
Everytime there was a poem, he rhymes it
So he decided he would make a song, his name would be Zymic

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Started off as Severe, and it is very clear
That I've improved a lot in the past years
I've been making moves and progress, I'm starting here
Used to have nothing to do 'til I started making art like Shakespeare
Music is what I do, talent's what I can't lose
So I'll just keep going until the point where my flow isn't flowing
Some people do do better, and get ahead of their old stuff
And get motivated to increase their [?] health
That's the reason I'm doing this for, though most people adore
The money and the fact that they can buy a whole store
Man, that is poor
But they are not, though
They are rich making art, but they are nowhere near Picasso
A while back, I had no sauce
But that was so long ago, dog
But now I am so confident that I'm like
"Aloha, I'm one of the best in this building
Nor the rest you'll be killing"
And I hope y'all know that this is just a prologue