Welcome To INNANET

Good morning vietnam

I'd like to welcome everybody to the innanet

Tune in, log on

I think I fell off the bed as a kid and I hit my head

Maybe was 'bout 10 first time that I tied makayla up and they walked in

Welcome to innanet, where to begin?

Might as well start at the tip top, give me a moment I'm runnin' from time

Seems like I'm tied to the clock as it tick-tocks

Tippin' the metropolitan axis in which I exist it's a trip to imagine

Imagine that which I inflict when I flip on the beat

I'm an artist, no need for a canvas

Campin' the van at the local campus

What do you mean he not there yet?

Hair-brained adolescent ass on the airwaves

Pullin' to your city with my niggas in the caravan, ridin'

Like do or die, ain't this some shit

Volume on 10 turn my shit up, they fist go pump like pistol grip

That vic he stay up in some shit

Sometimes it's hard to let go of it

I be so high I be in orbit

She already courted me kinda cordially cornered me

So I stick her on the bumper like "coexist"

That's another one, give the drummer some

In this case I guess that's me

Who made the track? You can just ask me

I be on some next shit

Wonder why niggas still don't really respect it

When I spit that unexpected

Thoughts from the mind of the greater collective

Subconsciously copy me, niggas just can't help it

So many good ideas, why be selfish?

It seems like you can sing the blues all you want

But they don't really love you 'til you elvis

Til the labels shelfin' your album, lord help 'em

The hellbent one way train to fame with fake friends depends on the outcome

Pick it up quick, my shit too hot

What gets you hype what turns you on?

Obviously optimism isn't really my business, I'll beg your pardon

Me and my niggas in the party and we get it started

I'll start the engine and the pendulum swings

I’m racin' time and tryin' to find a peace of mind

The line I walk is thin to the departed

Or hardly go and they don't know I think I wanna stop

It's somebody make a nigga wanna keep goin'

I'm goin' out of my head, I think I wanna die

I don't love myself, I bet the feds love me more

Had 'em and the minutes keep comin' with the reward

Let 'em get a village of the crack sinners and the black families that they destroyed

Strong arm the government, give automatic weapons to the public

Seems my weed bag gettin' thin, my pocket hold no scratch

I ponder if apocalypse comin' to hold me back

But baby if you love me let me take you where it's ugly

To the place where no one comes, now we're standin', no man above me

My lord, no no no no

I done seen demons

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