The Crystalized

Ok
I end careers like retirement, still like the iron bent
Fans telling me that I’ma blow, cool, I’ma vent
Coal for your mind, crush rhymes into diamonds
Why you take offense to my lines? Chill, linemen
Hear the hunger in my voice
Don’t fear it up with men thinking like women with they drawers on they head
When I draw, grip lead, all the colors will be bled on the paper
Even dead you wouldn’t be safer
(Don’t stop this feeling of love)
Saying that I sound like him, you got it twisted
Like the fingers of the West Coast, tongue is a tech, blow
Skip all the techno, I live on these soul beats
Finger to them soul thieves, never gon’ control me
Probably why I’m not signed, sorry dawg, I’m not blind
Give away your life when you sign the dotted line, yeah
Though it got a nice ring to
You colorblind if you thinking you can see Blew
(Don’t stop this feeling of love)
I’m thinking you see through, crystalized skin tan
They ain’t got no heart, they all tin-men, yeah
So heads up like guillotine
I’m sonning dudes like my mom was named Billy Jean
My chicks Thriller, half black and vanilla
And she gotta have mo’ drive than a dealer
Shipping out that food for thought, come and eat this
Mom turned me rap, left the whole group speechless
(Don’t stop this feeling of love)
Now peep this, soldier in the army of my Heavenly Father
On my Ps and Qs and y’all are
Right behind, still getting checked like a Nike sign
Freshest kicks in the room, then it’s most likely mine
And never dumb it down like the radio
She track you out the picture, you ain’t even in my ratio
They be like, “Where he go?” ‘cause they can’t see him
Mourning ‘cause they going afternoon like PM
(Don’t stop this feeling of love)