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about
As an artist, more often than not we tend to feel boxed in. Boxed in by society's norms, boxed in by other people's opinions and a lot of times, boxed in by our own thoughts. The song starts with a strong rap vocal delivery matched with a hard hitting instrumental with a massive kick, some groovy electronic pads and jazzy keys. The energy and aggression in this song is meant to match the feeling of getting boxed in.
lyrics
Nine years later, new game but same player
Same pen, with new paper but bringing a new flavour
You can say I got it ‘cause homie I never lost it
And yes, I keep it flowing like from water from your faucet
Of course, I’m fucking awesome, what the fuck is all this nonsense
Are we truly making progress in becoming better artists?
Fuck it anyways, I did it all regardless
I’m just another bee buzzing in the garden
Hit ‘em when that bass drop
(Ouh)
You know that I got that vibe
I just got my eyes on you
Tell me how you feel inside
Cause home is where the heart is
Homie, don't get me started
I dearly departed the notion of using logic
To focus on a project, to reach a higher conscious
Oh, just stop with that nonsense.
They don’t really fuck with me
(Ye, ye)
I had to get it on my own
They tryna put me in a box
(Ye, ye)
But they can never have my thoughts
They don't wanna to see me win
(Ye, ye)
But homie, I will never lose
I'm just tryna be the man
(Ye, ye)
But they will never understand
Shit is getting complicated
With all these stars and these consolations
They stuck in they shit like the constipated
But you gotta make moves if you wanna make it
So, I built a spaceship, so you haters couldn't say shit
Let’s face it, most of you rappers basic, tasteless, wasteless
Me and you not related
(Why?)
Cause these pockets are full of aces
Hit ‘em when that bass drop
(Ouh)
You know that I got that vibe
I just got my eyes on you
Tell me how you feel inside
The levels to reach are higher
A Johnny Cash desire
Now enter the ring of fire
And your soul they will acquire
Unless you walk the line
But we be running out of time, like
They don’t really fuck with me
(Ye, ye)
I had to get it on my own
They tryna put me in a box
(Ye, ye)
But they can never have my thoughts
They don't wanna to see me win
(Ye, ye)
But homie, I will never lose
I'm just tryna be the man
(Ye, ye)
But they will never understand
credits
from The Index To My Inner Thoughts,
released September 18, 2020
Written by Lee Amayes Terki
Produced by BMJT
Mixed by Mixed by Gee
Mastered by Sonny Black
My inspiration finds its roots from many different aspects of life: our daily lives, emotions, and those little moments we
all live through which are experienced differently from one individual to the next.
Anything that has the capability to make us feel, negative or positive, drives me to tell a story or to make the listener understand a certain emotion or moment through my words & poetry....more
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