Always Bless
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Damn, I didn't catch his name
No worries, don't rack your brain
He wrote it on the receipt
Spoke with a mafia slang like bada-bing
A lot of things bubbling
From mainstream to underground like Tubman
Rhymes stay busting, moving on your weak production
True, everything's real
Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours
Anything less is such a minimal cost
Sometimes I pause for applause so I can focus in it
Yeah, he spit, but he forgot to put the dopeness in it
Another hopeless spirit searching for guidance and trying
To get his foot in the door when he's better off being silent
But I'm not one to put the next on blast
It's tradition, like put the best on last, like they used to say
Shooting spray with the vocab, pad or notepad
Running all over the track like nomads on the road again
I flow to win when I grip mics in venues
But still, if you're nice to mics then I commend you
And that's real
See, my design's divine
In every line you'll find
A different gem covered up in a style of rhyme
So when you hear me speak my mind
In due time you'll find that the kid
Was only slowly building up to his prime
Just listen, I'm transmitting grooves
The transition's smooth
It's next plane
You'll get schooled if you don't know the rules
It's nothing thugged out, carrying tools
Smoking fools with some oohs
With a whole lot of jewels
Plus it gets spoken cool
I guess tonight's the night
Like red in 'em, I'm telling 'em
I spit food, you start trembling after twelve like a gremlin, ooh
Let nature rise 'cause I ain't taking no medicine
JR, that boy's a star
He never lets you get the best of him, nope
Heads called it dope so I packaged it up
And started slinging it out the back of a truck
Straight smuggling
Now worldwide they hugging him
Showing love to him
Addiction to the visions he spit
It's like a drug to them
So now I'm married to the mobs of people
Who bear witness to the flows that's lethal
Dropping in sequels, people