Cloud 10

See I was only 12 when I wrote my first verse
Afraid to let em hear me so I let em read the words /
My nerves wouldn’t let me say it out loud then
But now its my only outlet Cloud 10 /
(reapeat)
Sitting here stressing over news that I just got
Second glass of rum and orange juice playing X-Box/Trying to get distracted
problems seem attracted
To anything with my name
I don’t think that I’m sane/I think that I’ve changed different than I used to
be
The only time I feel good is writing beat eulogies /
That mean I kill a track and leave a beat deceased
You lace me with a beauty I turn into a beast/I mean I feast on kick snares and
high hats
D.O.A. your 808's your bass line can get ate away /
And tell the competition, they can get ate today
You better fall back like a fadeaway/
What music was to me, seems to fade away
Shorties grab a pen to get paid they say /
I can’t relate to it, I got passion for it
What’s that, that conscious Rap nigga you asking for it /
Can’t describe the feeling that I get when I grab a pen
I’m automatic it gets tragic and my head spin/
Went from rapping in the lunch room up at Thornton
To punchline torching every bar verse scorching/
Lost a battle then lost my mind now I’m forcing
This pen to keep writing til I become the 5th horseman/
Horns out my cranium bones Antimantium
Claws out my knuckles fuck your chuckles I’m insane again/
Tri-Polar 3 sides to every story
Guts, Guns, Glory I’m fighting like Brian Fury/
Teken 4 expect a war when they record me
Detonate the Pro-tools it explode right before me/
Real rap music fans love adore me
But whack niggas bore me I’m coming you can’t ignore me/
I’m on my 10th cloud higher than I used to be
Went from being shy to being fly still getting used to me/
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