I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away

Now there's a party at my pad but I'm posted in my room,
with just the right mix in with right amount of booze.
And I'll try to do the cover justice and start busting out lines,
better trust in my pen, it's got it's own mind.
But fuck invisible binds, I'm only tied to my vibe.
So this my life, as a scribe, ain't no need to check the rhyme,
got my tribe to back me on stage killing back beats.
Been known to freestyle but right now I'm not in the backseat.
I'm steering, cursing, road rage, swerving
off the road the deep dead in so mom's worrying.
I can't blame her though, she know's no one has a map.
Was lost some time ago at an age when I started to rap.
Was saying "Fuck a job," I wanted an agent but the fact is
50K in debt I'm at a loss to pay them back, shit.
Long as I'm not a domesticated fat cat,
I can wear my whiskers how I want,
mohawk mane just to match.
Drum breaks on lunch breaks,
write for hours on a punch card.
Clock into the rhythms and tick-tock to the next bar.
This Bic talks encrypted, deciphered I'm depicted
a suburb spittin', smiling figure,
beneath the mask I grimace.
Give it up if you feel this way, and there ain't no need to shame.
Shape up, let's circle up, and cipher till we're saved.
Let's converse about paths we've walked
in converse with socks like polka dots,
I'm talkin' holes in souls we've rocked.
Said we got voids we bridge with lovers
and voids we fill with vices,
but my favorite voids you can't avoid
and learn to live life with.
You can grip the scythe how death holds it tight,
but I'll be damned to hell if you ever kill my vibe.
Singin,

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I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

Wrote a dozen verses to this tryna' be someone else,
might be the hardest thing to only be yourself.
Trying to find a voice that stills the air as it echos,
a tongue that's never tied to the fear of being novel.
Now ain't that ironic when you judge it on a cover?
Go flip through these pages like books assigned to you for summer,
but I flipped it full 180 like the mix I did of cudder's,
and I flipped it on it's head like 69 from you mother.
Still K R D, whoops for the got the A and -
well no I'm not perfect but I'm complete with the A-.
Can't all touch like Midas but I can work like a miner,
dig in my soul, scrap some gold, get my fill till I'm full.
Rinse and repeat every season till my fingers be bleeding.
Take a break at the solstice and like the breeze I start breathing.
Be immersed in Springs, Summers, Winters, till I fall,
but like the Autumn leaves it's just a break and naturally beautiful.
No matter the forces Mother Nature quakes at me,
and no crack big enough to swallow 88 piano keys.
No matter the grains Father Time is droppin' quick,
ain't enough sand in the Sahara to ever dry up my wit.
If it don't get published, if people don't love it, you can shove it,
I'm above it, give a fuck if they fuckin' with it.
Already learned that my school ain't got a lot of heads,
but that doesn't taint the love I paint from,
colors infrared just to measure my heat,
so if you can't see,
instead you need to read the words from the specs,
and savor poetry put on paper--how I introspect,
and inspect what a life looks like without regret.
Don't kill my vibe.

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