ToUChe from SoonAsItEnds by Young Solomon

Under stars, and the moon drift
Confessions from the new kid
Old potion, competin with the dopest
In the dope biz, pushin what they wanted
Its hard to flaunt shit when you aint got it
God fearin and its often
Chest burnin from the coughin
Too common what we seein and then we lost it
Sit on the couch and read a comment
Lack conscious, callin out to cop it
Fuck 12 i be screamin till my coffin
It be toxic, mask on for the bullshit
Mystic like Rasputin, no dispute bitch
So fluid,
H20 the movement
Solomon said words kill or give life quick
Make decisions based on violence
So its no stoppin
Shit kickers on catch me throwin in the moshpit
Moss growin mad from pollution from the top rich
All gold aura and emotion
Feel too sick
Rhymes be catchin covid
Coke nail on the pinky when i wrote it
Its all she wrote dawg,
Kennel up the notions
Of fake niggas who be changin with the ocean
Early in the mornin in december when its cold kid
Depression is a package hatred be sold with
Soiled it, spongebob and patrick
Grandma canned greens, taught me not to spoil it
Jack my steez i rewrote it
Touche, entendre and allusion
Feel confucius,
Philosophy the student
Park the whip, get the beam for amusement
Lucid dreamin in the music
Lace up the sneakers 10 toes how im steppin
Dont get caught sleepin, shootin for the sun yo
Yo i pull it up when its down bad
Wash rag, then my body got the toe tag
Meet the goddess and my soul lag
Complex of the gods when the road slack
No workin its time to pay the rent back
Im often off that
Im off the dope sack
Ask myself this all you want, rap

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