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Topic: Thinking Of A Masterplan

Authentik Intelligence





...The future is mine...

E-style

cause thats how e-style does it, we got power and skill
you vultures don't realize you feeding off our fuckin' kill

its time i unleash, free my skills in a battle
reaching both arms for star dust, filling my patterns
i've mastered the lingo, now passing out singles
my flow cracking concrete and shattering windows
bashing top elites who wanna stand on my rhymes
i'm bulldozing the rainforest, expanding my lines
always keeping one hand on the mic, a pen in the other
rapping so insightful you could send to your mother
but still so deadly you'll be running for cover
make your girl so ready she'll be humping the oven
its a plan that my hands soon move to depict
like the sands of an hourglass, tuning the wrist
i'm through with the shit, i'm taking my turn
spend every day laying spits, till i get what i've earned
i've learned to preserve my words, with hundreds in reserve
heavy hitters serve you fast, so i'm throwing 'em curves
i'll be the one guy who gets on your every nerve
that one pack of matches that wont seem to burn
first place finisher who laughs at second and third
putting cigarette ashes in your grandmother's urn
the pervert at the bar feeling up your girl's skirt
then seeing me on the dance floor with my face in her shirt
but i still bring the hurt, this is my destiny
calling me down, only brings out the best in me
see i wage war with the page, pen defending the lyrics
but they amend to the song, and when everyone hears it
im skillfully creative, although lately, willingly blantent
but still you hear my shit and know its your favourite
you hate it i'm so good, you should, but its magic
you raise your level to me and see that i've already past it
this is what i was made for, to excel in all the stages
i didn't ask for this path, but to hell if i don't take it
no makeshift, no fake shit, i am the real thing
providing lifeforce and mind comforts, and any other feelings
imaginitive, intuitive, impel fate, ajust to pressure
i could describe for days, cause, well, i'm just fresher
thats the difference though, my presence fills the room
but get this, the twist is i'm still in the womb
i'm only seconds old, all other thoughts ignored
cause my plan starts to roll, when they cut my umbillical cord

E-style

cause thats how e-style does it, we got power and skill
you vultures don't realize you feeding off our fuckin' kill

It is late at night in the city, the deserted streets are covered in a foggy gray
I lie awake thinking of my plans, I am ready for whatever comes my way
With my intelligence and strength, I will obtain money, fame, and might
I know I am capable enough to become a winner in this funny game of life
Admitted, I have my flaws… but even my weaknesses are creeping away
I haven’t done drugs in a month, haven’t smoked in exactly a week n a day
And I leap at opportunity, its something good that the game gonna do to me
Just flow with the music, b, the times might get tough but hope is immunity
It’s gon get me through this sea, of dangerous streets where treachery lurks
I’m risin above the hexes of birth, untouchable, an eagle on a feathery perch
Lookin down on the world where death isn’t a curse, I’ma soar higher still
Relying on my inspired skill to get away, because sparks burn and fires kill
The temptation of crime is a liar still, one whose death will not be lamented
I won’t be rear-ended on the road of life, my moral code won’t be amended
Life’s a bitch with a hand extended, and I’m reaching for her saving touch
I refuse to be even debatin stuff that will put my soul within Satan’s clutch
No crime and no more flamin dutch, cuz I know that I’m stronger than that
I’ll right all the wrongs of my past, I’ma dust off my gloves n walk up to bat
My wait to be great will be no longer than half of what I’ve dreamed before
A taste of redemption will make me scream for more, now I’ve seen the hole
In this wall of struggle I’ve been bleedin for, I’ma climb out n not look back
This chapter in my book is whack, I’ll write a new one without crooked facts…
Now I’ve formulated my master plan, my thoughts are hopeful and sobering
I lay back and relax, allowing the welcome peace of sleep to come over me
…
I wake up to mud splashed in my face, my feet are hurt and my back is sore
I recall my plans for the future, but I’ve made them dozens of times before
My life will never change, I’m sure of that and I’ve already given up hope
This hole is too deep to escape, I can only hope someone’ll throw me a rope
I roll off my bed of boxes and pick up a sign, too ashamed to read it myself
The cardboard reads “Homeless, and Hungry, Need Donations, Please Help”