Without A Heart

Yo seriously I said I don’t run out of ideas, ideas run out of me, I gotta repeat that, I don’t think you heard it, I said I don’t run out of ideas, ideas run out of me, you get it?

Verse 1:
Soul brother number seven what a legend
Yo brother come and check it for a lesson
This is just a preview of what we do
Over beats you would probably overlook ‘cause you’re preschool
Mentally I’m essentially Your Highness
The finest of the rhyme designers King Midas
Everything I touch is gold dust you know ‘cause
Ever since I hit the scene I never slowed up
Seven projects in less than three or four months
Pretty much you can tell me nothing about focus
So what I ain’t platinum or sellin’ out arenas
You seen it for yourself, I’m what they call a genius
Extremist I mean this, ahaha

Y’all think I’m jokin’ when I say stuff like that
But I really be serious yo, ahaha

Verse 2:
My thought process is hard to digest
But y’all don’t think that deep I digress
From the hood, right next to the projects
Where the police process people like objects
I’m just a mouthpiece of hood intelligence
Eloquent enough to spell it in ways relevant
Some were militant like H. Rap
This is revolution over a record check it this ain’t rap
Same craft King yelled up in Selma
To help spark a movement with the youth and elders
What can I tell ya?
I tell ya what I do is church like a verse from the [?]
And you know I never failed ya, haha

O. Savant baby, and these are the Raptones, remind me of New Orleans or somethin’ right? You know they put them horns on it, ahahaha, man these cats don’t know about no music, go somewhere with your two or three notes, and your FruityLoops, ahahahaha