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Off of the Grid

(Chorus)

It’s cool at first but then the fun don’t last
Cause all I really learned is how to get a blunt rolled fast
Wonderin’ why I always had to treat my lungs so bad
Then decided to take a walk down this unknown path
Then wander off as I ponder thoughts as I drift
While rappers trying to get on, I’m getting Off of the Grid
What’s the point of making music if nobody can hear it?
I’m a spirit it’s not for you to love, hate, or revere it

(Verse)

Yo so to conform for the fans I’m not
I’m tryna find some random spots and abandoned lots
To puff pot but gotta stop for my lungs sake
But need a spot where I can go to jot on my lunch breaks
And if I’m not writin’ I’m a lyrical analyst
And never disrespected Canibus cause I’m a fan of his
And LL, KRS, Kool G are still a beast
Along with Killah Priest and all the other Killa Bees
My favorite rappers are less popular than ever
Cause lyricism nowadays seems not to be the measure
So I bet that my next album you cannot predict
Just when you think you had me figured out I do the opposite
But how could I ever feel proud of an accomplishment
When constantly reminded that I ain’t bring any dollars in
Overly critical bout shit they didn’t listen to
But unpredictable because I’m still original
My vision’s inspired at an ever changing pace
With a specific acquired discriminating taste
That as you grow begins to change with age
Unless of course you stopped learning and remain the same
So don’t worry bout me cause I’m good
Since I found a way to live and not be understood
And been the most productive with the least
Cause I’m a beast, you just front constructive with critiques
I write for anyone who’s willing to listen
Cause it could be of benefit if they could feel it within them
Then I’ll break through the ceiling with infinite possibilities
Cause whoever you’re feeling is killin’ it’s not as ill as me
Unless you listen to the same shit as me
Which I doubt cause I’m deep within the chambers with heat
Diggin’ in the crates until I’ve perfected myself
I promise that you’ll never get this style from anywhere else, yo
Cause these are only songs that I could tell
Written with a listener in mind but not so I could sell
Cause it’s my life which is mine that’s it
And ain’t changin’ like Larry David with a Seinfeld script
But not equating what I say to his show
But I would say no just to keep creative control
Yo, so keep your concern to yourself
Cause the more that you’re projecting it the worse you can tell



(Chorus)

It’s cool at first but then the fun don’t last
Cause all I really learned is how to get a blunt rolled fast
Wonderin’ why I always had to treat my lungs so bad
Then decided to take a walk down this unknown path
Then wander off and ponder thoughts as I drift
While rappers trying to get on, I’m getting Off of the Grid
But what’s the point of making music if nobody can hear it?
I’m a spirit it’s not for you to love, hate, or revere it

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from Struggles of an Aspiring MC, released October 25, 2022

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