I paint these pictures so clearly that you've gotta see em. This verse is colossal cause I wrote it at the Colosseum. Up close and seeing that building made it through tragedy. It taught me this, even what's broken can be a masterpiece. Hope is a drug and you know I'm the plug. I give out my Brand In Grams like a Laker. I'll chase these bucks until the day I meet Maker. Is that new money? Mine's a joke but it ain't too funny. So now I'm tryna make a move for me. And for the greater good. Move up out my neighborhood even though it's a gated hood. That's not my life, I never had to escape the hood. Ever since I started writing for myself, every paper's good. I'm broke now but I'm trying to see my paper good. So I feel it's time to leave the nest and spread my wings. Tomorrow I set sail across the seven seas. This is a movie, let me split the curtains. I felt guilty about taking this trip cause I didn't earn it. So I didn't tell many people where I was going. You can't hear me but you're aware I'm flowing. I'm in a colossal building, I feel my spirit growing. Ain't got the money yet but I keep putting Bucks in rhymes. I'm still Jason Kidd, trying to get my Bucks in line. And I told you I'll chase em until I meet my Maker, that's the 10th pick. Google it and see my pen's sick. I'm putting on a show, word to Netflix. Shorty from Jacksonville was evil so like Byron I Left Witch. Lyrical artillery, I'm loading up my next clip.
Shuffle went from the Mind Of Logic to Wiz's House In The Hills. Then right into Big Sean's Outro. Window open, my mouth closed. Mind running on the train to a city I never thought I'd be in. I feel these songs so much because I hear my dreams in em. Loyalty of a die hard fan, just want to see my team winning. So if I ever make it I'ma bring my team with me. This is the train to get me from one verse to the next. I had to train in these rhymes because I wanted respect. I'm always rocking Nike cause I'm wanting a check. My thumbs on the screen portraying puns in my head. Ask yourself if you would give up the buns for the bread. More important than the money is the love that I spread. I wear my heart on my sleeve, no need to keep on my chest. I know the answer is love, I help you cheat on the test. Just remain true, cause look at what the hate do, I mean does. Look at the world, we need love. I paint these pictures clearly, so I know you'll see em. Crossing the streets of Rome with the church bells ringing. I put Rome in bars without a roaming charge. I'm writing letters and I'll post the cards. I know there are parts of myself that I'm supposed to guard but I let you feel my pain because I showed my scars. So now you've caught the wave because you know my heart. I must be spitting flames because I grow the spark. An animal for the city, word to Noah's ark. No joke, that's him. Was used to losing but I broke that trend. Thanks to the way I stroke that pen. On the metro to a holy place. I know my purpose and I know my place. The pen is my needle filled with novocaine. I remember when I used to go with Chris to Nova games. I remember when he was the only one to know my pain. Now he knows it's changed because I'm wavy and the flow's insane. Now I'm balling with a point, I had to work on my game. Guess I'm an underground rapper, wrote this verse on a train. Walking amongst the people and the current is insane, pops stopped at the currency exchange. In my headphones Curren$y is playing so right now there ain't a worry in my brain. Well actually it's Wiz, I just had to make it fit. Making it rhyme for the sake of the line but still I couldn't stay with a lie. I keep it honest and true, I'm just so honest with you. Now I'm preaching to pursue all dreams. Cause through him I can do all things. And I'm realizing I've got the strength to climb any mountain, as I gaze upon the Trevi fountain. Dreams of millions but I've gotta start with making thousands. I used to only do what they allowed him. There I go in first and third person again. Putting way too much between the first and third verses again. This was supposed to be a bridge on the train, but these lyrics kept on kindling flames. I do this all on my phone, you see this art's my calling. Writing verses in Rome, so these bars are columns. I'll keep on springing til I start to autumn. So fly I'm up on Planet Shaun, this bar is a column cause I wrote it at the Pantheon. Holy verses like I'm writing the Torah. Bars so lit they can light the menorah. I'm writing right at the altar and praying that through these verses my life can be altered. Reflecting on that dark time made all of my thoughts bright. Standing in the Pantheon under the spotlight. I looked away as the beggar approached me, then grabbed a sandwich from Bottega Rocci. I'm not The Rapper but I have a Chance. Sick rhymes paint a picture of the ambulance. Let me take a pause as I slam the pen.
Behind these bars I'm a prisoner of this moment that I'm basking in. This verse is so holy I wrote it at the Vatican. I paint the picture but haven't yet decided what to caption it. No need to check the standings, you know my team comes first. I mean look, I'm at the Vatican in a Dreamville shirt. Between the two I'm still not sure which caption to post, I may just decide to caption them both. These captions are closed. I'm painting a movie, I'm playful and goofy but still demand enough respect to have a stranger salute me. Sick rhymes, but I ain't curing em yet. I'll pause for a second as I step through the security check. A Backpack and a Dreamville shirt. Rocking these comfortable free trainers, yet my feet still hurt. In these Nike tech pants that I wore to my first performance. Standing in front of this building and thinking whoa it's enormous. I paint a picture to show you it's gorgeous. Protected by these rhymes, the flow is a fortress. In my mind this is a hit before I even record it. I know I'm next, it's so in order. The flow is blessed, that's holy water. So close to God that I know his daughter, and I'm just hoping that she knows her father. I'm writing to you from across the world, I'm sending out postcards. The Vatican even resuscitated some of my old bars. "16 bars of pristine art like the Sistine Chapel" but I won't get into that. The 16 Bars Freestyle, very few remember that. I've come a long way since then. I've had way more to say since then. Look at the places I can take this pen. It's not all about dollars, to some that makes no sense. Did the bridge become the longest verse? I slipped up, forgive me. I guess I just saw so much on my trip through the city. I want to win, I'm tired of running up. Mom said sometimes we're so focused on the map that we miss the signs in front of us. And I'm praying we won't miss the signs. I'm painting pictures and praying they won't miss your mind. I'm not the first to paint pictures through the city, I aim and reach my target. So I relate to graffiti artists. This verse was thrown off cause the Vatican trip was cut short. We're going back in the morning but I need to wrap this performance. I backpacked through Rome, check it off the bucket list. I didn't have one yet, but I guess I'll make a bucket list. I'm a shooter that doesn't miss, check my circumference. Meaning I don't play around. This is my calling, I can say it proud. Any doubters I can spray em down, lyrical artillery, this silencer doesn't make a sound.
This is the first track of the next tape. A sneak peek of our escape. The cruise leaves tomorrow and the tape is called The Suite Life on Deck. Shoutout to Jalen for the title. I'm wavy as a tidal. Lyrical artillery, I'm aiming with my eyes closed. I can do this here in my sleep. I freestyled my last EP out in tweets and even wrote things that I hated to speak. Welcome to the Geddes Family Vacation, this is a celebration because I see the world is mine for the taking. I'm turning our trip into a tape. We haven't even reached the ship and it's great. I mean just look at all the pictures displayed. This food for thought is an ace, it's special when served. I won't have service on the cruise, you'll get the rest on return. I've even got bars on airplane mode. I can't wait for y'all to hear these flows. I can't wait til all these rhymes hit yo, but it's 2 am here. Time to let my eyelids close.
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