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Livewire

Windin’ the beat, tryin’ to eat

Still choppin’ up the samples that I find in the streets

I kind of made it but my life is only kind of complete

I still got a couple of goals that I’m trying to meet

I’m still dealing with the companies’ lies and deceit

But I’m still known to triumph in the eye of defeat

I gaze at the stars, blazin’ all my favorite cigars

I’m worldwide, but now I’m trying to take it to Mars

My rhymin’ is dope, I roll around with prominent folk

And I’m kind of the man, but still it’s like I’m kind of a joke

It’s like they’re tryin’ to put a hole up in the side of my boat

I’m in the ocean and I’m motherfuckin’ tryin’ to float

And I’m trying, trying, trying, trying not to sink

It’s like I never get a moment never stop to think

Our close friends wonder why I never want to link

It’s like I’m so fuckin’ pro it’s like I’m on the brink

Still broke, even though I know I’m real dope

And you can throw me in the ocean and I will float

I don’t need a yacht, not even a little boat

You think that they can fuckin’ beat me but they still won’t

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I’m a livewire

Livewire

Cause I’m alive

Friends telling me I should probably write more

Other people say I should be in the psych ward

It’s something that I fight for

I swim light like knicks[?] me in the light sword[?]

Got a couple broken pieces in my pipe drawer

I take a shot still tryin’ the get the high score

But impatient I hate when people tell me fuckin’ wait a sec

When I was young I took a shit under my neighbor’s deck

But now I’m grown catchin’ major wreck

Travel the globe doing shows, meeting people, showing great respect

I hate when fake people tell me is real

They try to sell you followers but can’t sell you the skills it takes to earn them

Fake human beings they got new ways to burn them

A rhyme strong enough to break your sternum

On my own still, showing off the microphone skill

I’m so ill. I never will be over the hill

I’m everlasting

In the studio forever smashing

Driving fast as fuck but never have the fear of crashing

The lone wolf

I whoop a horses’ ass with it’s own hoof

You rhyme like the bitch-ass dog, you don’t woof

Or walk around with the mic in the street to keep my cypher complete

I’m heavy heartened but I’m light on my feet

I married the beats, I’ll probably never achieve on the sound

Keep my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground

Cause I’m a livewire

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