Let me breathe, let me speak, inhale the tree, let my body seep deep in melody
Feeling hella greed for all that I need, grabbing all this life has for me
Influence music with this fluent grooveness where my truth fits
Ain't no truant to this Hip-Hop spit, a fan of Hard Rock riffs who come legit with the mental grip of slick grit rip
You either feel it or fear it, fans feel the nearest, hating rappers ain't even near this
Is that coherent for your eares, that coming through the clearest
'Cause all I do is kill mics, do Trill right and give life with lifelines from mind sight, shinin' bright lights to blind eyes
These fine rhymes are aiming for that primetime on our own grind, no stop signs
Oh so you got the juice to spew the truth with these killa dudes
Come and rumble with the hustle we be snappin' on the humble, leave you seein' double
As you stumble fumble, what I'm saying? You in trouble, Waeko!
Nocturnal by WaekYoSoL
Performance was STAYonLIT
Lyrics were Composed in SoL / Hook by Waeko Swami
Published via Embold with SoL
Written to Nocturnal by BrassKnuckles
Download a Copy of My Song on Bandcamp https://stayonlit.bandcamp.com/track/nocturnal-by-waekyosol-prod-by-brassknuckles
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