Traveling Backwards

(Lastrellpoet LRP)

Just some dope rhymes and contemplative lyrical exercise.

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Contemplations of a better vision 
Yelling out loud with talent 
But no one’s listening 
I feel im what the games been missin 
But my chances of winning keep slipping  
Through the fingers, hitting the ground no suspension 
 
Verse 
Standing here hoping the commotion and emotion don’t start a flood  
That will over flow the Rivers and oceans.  
I’m trying to be on the west side  
Coastin 
Toss in the thickest of Queens, tryna to live the lavish life  
Where people buy diamond rings  
Just to see it gleam.  
I wonder if my name will reign supreme before the final bell rings,  
It was all a dream,  
Like big said it be  
Nightmares fill the head with dread, makes me wanna send up a prayer,  
Hoping I don’t end up a failure, understand the fear is an underlying layer,  
The surface shows strength in the dexterity,  
People think they can rock the G in me,  
They eat the street,  
I lace these beats with heat.  
Remain calm,  
Before laser sight sets in,  
Explosive bombs, take whole arms off, mazel tov to you robots,  
Hella-cost to be on top,  
Boss shit won’t stop,  
I’ll crop your top, with a two piece shot,  
Then tell you to  
Use your hip to hop,  
Brother Sada Numpsee, wit dope beats…I’m Golden Child 
Shit is crazy in these streets, I got the knife, I’m wild 
You beat feet when ya feel the heat coming to your widows peak, Fuck ya life 
Gotta keep it discreet  
Make sure you don’t sleep, 
Cause if you do  
You may end up six feet underneath,  
The ground  
Thunderous sound  
Coming from the tweedas,  
Bass so loud  
It’ll blow ya speakas  
I preach tha 
Gospel,  
Street Aristotle  
For where art tho, shaken you hemisphere, 
You get hit with a sphere  
Dangerous artifacts, as a matter of fact 
The dungeons liar, is where the dragon tarry 
Tell me, how you expect to see me while breathing fire so easily 
Cross the god, 
You’d get holy 
Your rhymes aint getting no bread 
It’s quite moldy  
As I mold thee,  
Rhymes, lessons and signs 
I think it’s been my time,  
You folks just don’t have a watch yet 
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