My minds pupil is comprised for the crucial Not for their approval I fly around the moon with moody blues it's quite usual We used to cypher in the whips and quip scruples But now some folks have flipped the line I'd rather stick neutral I guess it's just a character flaw I'm easy going Must really irritate the hate inside them still growing But fuck it though I'm living my life I have sons now See their faces in my mind I grind past the sun down People complain about their troubles But all leave out the part that's their fault they're in a bubble I never understood that philosophy It's so full of hypocrisy They might as well be living in the odyssey I keep it moving no denial and no illusion It's for the movement we keep it growing like it's blooming I am a mutant my track records more than proven I want improvement until the day I'm in my tomb and We grooming a bunch of students to speak it fluent Listen to the Wreking crew the message here is prudent This stupid fucker said that I bit Logic's flow When I won on MTV Logic was like 12 years old Ya see there's Trolls underneath the bridge Sometimes Ya gotta feed em Cuz otherwise you'll read 'em and soon enough believe em Like saying who I can and can't have up on my records That's quite foolish talking from behind the door we exit Your whole perspective's a bunch of gossip you've collected I'm on the ground my boots are down I see the whole objective So get this that comment box you're eager to ink Has got you confident that people give a fuck what you think But they do not My flows too hot it's part doo wop meets 2Pac mixed with mezcal two shots Sip it up and let's look at the prospects ay man My props turned Dadeland into project mayhem So what the fuck you doing with your free time? Besides complaining bout how life ain't ever given you a b line I'll Remind you all that we been present here to refine Bars that once were benign but now are super defined I see fine you see mine fine I see your reclined Bitching bout the G-rind I find that super feline Rewind a couple times and still you miss the p line Even when it rolls up on your nose like a sea lion Bitch back up and decline cuz I'm in my P-rime You're borderline peon no album no stream nah this here is a free rhyme I drop it and scheme on So get off my D huh You bitches whiny like Larusso On my Miami shit I'm grinding like an Uncle Luke show New flow heading to South Africa to root low Hold me down a minute when you know I'm in the booth though Coming home you shoulda known that I was coming home I'm here to hit em high while all them others running low I'm running long others are run and gunning cold Picking off innocents cowards ain't got no fucking soul They in the cypher catch a bowl of wrek It's man down now who dares to go next I flow fresh and go flex yes My soul knows depths I'm in Control like Co Flow steps And don't go less I take it back like so so def With no doz yep It's awful hard for bozos breath To show no stress I organize confusion through the night into the morning take heed to the apostles warning Word up