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lirik lagu the invitation – derick knox

put the years in
blood sweat tears in that talent pool flow is from the fountain of youth
so you cute girl i ain’t finna holler at you
cause i’m a weirdo i’d rather be alone in the booth
home in the stu, calculated poetry roots
fuel the drive i’m in the zone and every song is a tune
homie its cool you stressin then joke is on you
the circle of life and still we so outta the loop..n-gg-
let that sh-t rock..
write until my wrist pop
basic say you ballin you ain’t never hit a trick-shot
heightened sense of focus for that big drop
spitting leave ya lips locked nasty
this my savvy i don’t trip brah
cl-ssy i’m finessing with a grin prolly chillin from the rip i know i’ll win it in the end
this a slow start, just a music artist going mozart
rap game radical, homie get a flow chart
told em i want no parts…
i don seen this before
you sound like everybody else and see my team getting bored
my momma struggled tryna get me to believe in the lord
i’m seeing more than you imagine when i’m sleeping of course whatchu deem demon is different you need jesus but i’m searching for that separate peace if you can’t read it
i’ll be good as long as momma pray
eat clean namaste
greet the booth i guess i got a lot to say
(interlude)
the invitation
welcome to the page where i’m tripping over statements skipping chapters by the day..
i’m tryna slow it down.. aye..
where you going now..(sh-t)

(2nd verse)

the nation ain’t a part of it i’ll make it as an artisan art is part of the artist and so i’m leaving my heart in it still i’m far from a mark in it
bars far and unchartered
the heat i’m speaking could char but these n-gg-s fire r-t-rdant “i know”
i got a different motto
stone cold these n-gg-s never go as hard as i go
that’s overflowing how the lines atop ya head i bet i top yo limit dat swallowed dinner was my pride and popeye’s spinach i’m back and everything a cl-ssic
all you gotta ask is did i rap it then you throw it on a plaque and double tac it. young suave nothing average
when i hold the mic
poppin off it’s soda hype and hoping fake and i could never coincide
they say that fates divine, don’t mess with the future
but imma shape my place in mine i’m not ok with losing we could
do a little better, try a little harder
magnify the small things we live a little larger
yeah life’s short reach farther
sun em like i never wanted daughters
man is a fool
they wrote a book on that and published it too
even adam’s apple gets choked up
with ill consuming, aye
metaphors got em thinking nevermore, don’t hate. i learned to hold my spear without shaking
giving what it takes until that sh-t reciprocated so in layman’s i create im gon’ make it
its called talent. whatchu know about it?
for a second they could see i had my vision clouded
you said you’d do that sh-t tomorrow did you do it?
you got a chance homie. don’t lose it

you know i really live it cause i’m in the zone
in this instrumental like the crib gotta feel at home…
f-ckin up this beat i can’t wait to hear this b-tch moan..
slick so crisco
bust rhymes flip modes
just dont panic at the disco
when it’s time to bust a move, i ain’t finna trip leave the
planet on eclipse gon’ shine till the paradigm shift
that’s word to the past with my back turned
bet i cook when the wrap served
looking back i was fast on them tracks just to rap first
now i spit it like my last verse

- derick knox

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