lyrics
Friends with a lot of people.
What you collect when you perceive low ego.
Steady battling in the pulpit ‘against Nero
But I’m a G, and that’s a Negro.
The verve of me to be audacious with my space.
Just think I deserve a place. A chance to be a hero.
Give a damn about talent or Warhols.
Them minutes is minuscule. I spread light like the one four.
Dali, like Salvador bends time.
Art is your contribution, Mein Kampf is rhyme.
My worth defined through audio.
Integral part your arteries from out of my body flow
Vibrations into your body, soul.
Rhythm is cardiovascular, feel the plasma through my prose.
Blasting through my bones
Aint feel a nail on the cross, But I’m just tryna play my role.
Chorus:
If you feel like you need something in ya life
But you don’t know it
Not cars, not shoes, not clothes, not money, not fame
But you feel so hungry
(yea, so what it is)
(2X)
Most wanted (love)
Most wanted (peace)
Most wanted (you)
Most Wanted (me)
Verse II:
Feel a void, willing to fill the sky
Thrill seekers, feelin the will to die
Scriptin the will as I
Wheel like I really ride
Carrie understood, would not
Even If I tried
Try tho I might instill
Pride and passion filled
Apathy nurtures the pain
When you feel nothing to gain,
Chasm in her clitoris
Fill it and pillage again
The village will script it as whorish
I know she tryna remain
Embedded in temporal lobes,
Via they penis man,
Man this shyt is insane
We figure we need it man
Equal to wants to,
What is the want you wont do
Society, Steve Jobs givin it
Then we want two
We keep getting it but that wont do
Til mental, manifest through tangibales
And we want you
See what we goin through
A reformation is in order
Now what the fuck you gon do.
Chorus:
If you feel like you need something in ya life
But you don’t know it
Not cars, not shoes, not clothes, not money, not fame
But you feel so hungry
(yea, so what it is)
(2X)
Most wanted (love)
Most wanted (peace)
Most wanted (you)
Most Wanted (me)
Verse III:
The part I play in my life, is thespian like
Actin like shyt is alright, I’m hungry at night
Tortured cuz I feel wealthy, I’m selfish
Starve for a week, so they can eat consider it helping
I know this aint healthy, stay up late recording choruses
And I just left work, 4 courses in the morning
Its more horrid when your personal affecting the person
who’s enduring this, all they can say, is you should just
I’m like
How the fukc could you suggest
I’m the nigga goin through this stress
You can only help me study; you can never take this test
Cuz if I fail, you can leave, I’m left burdened with this mess
Pain burnin through my chest, brain and epileptic mess,
Bullet shells round altima
I don’t want that bitch neither
Might go back to smoking reafer
Until I’m
Most wanted in ya speakers
credits
from
The iLliterate Papers,
released January 30, 2012
Written and Produced by Gabriel A. Rudd, Music provided by S Original Music, Additional vocals provided by Jalila Williams
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