Raise The bar

I raise the bar like a bunch of French builders,

At the Eiffel tower build up,

I flow voodoo then hit up Star FM to confess to Tilda,

3 million views on that,

None on Conscious stuff,

Still-dumb,

Play the fool to get you watching,

Once you tuned in I jus’ killed-um,

Plus I murder beats,

Putting layers in the Morgue Bed,

And my bars are like buying

The Slaughter House on Mortgage,

Still the street know I stay loyal like a dog fed,

Despite all the doubters and hater who just talk bad,

O-G,

I’m more free,

And my calling wasn’t short,

It was toll free,

So I can’t hang up on life till you all see-ing,

Gotta filter the Spam in Soul’s DM

If you wanna be a certain YOU,

go be him,

You’d rather be YOU than jus’ fall victim to,

The image of a nation, in your own imagination,

Programming by the funders of your favourite radio station,

They tell you change is coming so religion has you waiting,

It’s there to make you patient,

That’s part of the equation,

So listen I’ll be brazen,

To offer you truth about everything you Praisin’,

The answer’s the fruit.

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