Elevator Boomin (Rap Verse)
Fades away into the background, second nature.
You’re truly aware,
aware that you’ll never be truly aware,
yet still aware.
Tryna balance what you know and what you don’t,
losing yourself the second you think you’re in control.
All that was subtle now right in your face,
and yet you struggle understanding what subtle is.
We’re but bottles of water,
elevator inside that goes from ground to top floor,
no cap (pun intended).
Somehow pulling UNO reverses
make you look like you’re trippin,
hypocritical people calling people hypocritical.
People runnin outta ideas,
Art is the new recycling bin.
But not for me,
not for me,
not me,
nah Aah.
My elevator is boomin,
got the new Japanese bullet train technology inside of me.
Melatonin, Serotonin
just got a phone in from Ms Moanin.
John Wick likes pencils,
but I like pens, she said.
Suddenly she frequently phonin
with intentions so phoney.
Yo Queen of pretentious,
well I’m King of Ostentatious.
Ima leave it to God now,
Mr Boomerang Man as I call him.
Redemption led to salvation.
Do I take my six string wood thing
down to the crossroads?
I ponder on
as I sit here writing this Rap Verse.
Built a bot
in my subconscious
to process every sentence.
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