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lirik lagu changes – baph mc

we’re turnt… turnt up
turn down… for what?

i am the messiah in the flesh, social pariah at its best
the graphite hit the striker take the fire to the chest
pull the piece… smoke clears the tube like a .45
then i wait a few months before i write more rhymes
in time, i’ll get the hang of it like shirts in my closet
with verses nostalgic back to before ‘before’
people fled my side as if the court was adjourned
couldn’t play ball with the pro they ignored and conformed
chanting ‘we can do what we want but never want what we want…’
appalled by the thought turned myself to a savant
isolated from friends i sat and studied my art
the viper constrained me by the neck but my thinking stayed sharp
but my un-aged heart was cut apart, a break up so i braked hard
stored the zip in my lame car tried the great escape but hey
sometimes the bird doesn’t run out of the cage
it waits and waits ’cause at least this prison is sp-cious

it’s great, huh? being uppermid cl-ss while you know it
adopted at birth, sick of all these b-st-rds that’s stoic
black and brown kids mad ’cause i’m the best on the mic spittin’
white kids mad ’cause i keep talking about white privilege
and in the slight instance i blow up
everyone gonna be like ‘i’d be huge if the rich kid didn’t show up’
yeah, so what? the viper gripped my wrist i wasn’t given sh-t
welcome to the mind of a kid raised by the internet

we’re turnt… turnt up
turn down… for what?

i am the holy ghost, smoking dro ’til i’m comatose
put my foot down in the door to go toe to toe
with my inner demons in a room that’s frigid freezing
melt the skin off my skull ’cause that’s some vivid dreaming
abstractions in my head scribbled blood on papyrus
i am the mover of worlds and the sun of osiris
the whippings on my back and skull have bloodied my eyelids
aligning my seven chakras while studying science
was never tentative when i took the mic
the apple fell from the tree like an angel so i took a bite
looking like a goat with t-ts smoking spliffs
a fire burns on the top of my head… let me focus in, uh
turn down for what? turn down for what?
i’m the in-crowd homie pour it out in my cup
herbs, grounds, and nugs burning down… what’s up
hit shots like ‘bllatt bllatt’ back to the back of my tongue

i ride on my chariot chasing after the sun, homie
looking like a fly–ss b-st-rd
i have mastered different dialogues within myself
in my core… it’s as if i’m in a war, ok
i am the messiah in the flesh with a fire in my chest, imma burn it down with p-ssion
i’m asking for a change just a few changes
but until then i’ll be faded and imma sing it to you like this…

we’re turnt… turnt up
turn down… for what?

i am the… ‘messiah’

- baph mc

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