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feel it in the air freestyle - kenneth callier lyrics

[verse: kenneth callier]
yeah
the crucifix the only time they do uplift
n*ggas don’t wanna see a n*gga risin’ through his sh*t
they rather tear you down, force armor that ware you down
then convince the ground you more like lucifer doin’ sh*t
yeah
would you believe it; i’m used to this stupid sh*t
look at his hands: he got his bruises provin’ sh*t
i built a reputation on saving a reputation from n*ggas that’s steady hatin’ accusing amusin’ sh*t
yeah
i’m just sayin’
that’s a lot on yo name
people turn up they nose when aroma is not the same
mm
now you in yo feelin’s, it’s known that you got a stain
mm
how you chasin’ ceilings; you holdin’ all of that shame
yeah
kenny the oracle; he know that you care
them n*ggas shorted you soon as you thought you showed ’em yo share
but try me; i’m not imploring that you go unprepared
this sh*t is portable; i could lift it and go wit you there
for real
don’t step too close or you gon’ find
a pretty tech wit the scope to make you go blind
i mean (solo’d) the vest is bespoke wit the hugo pine
i mean (solo’d) the neck got the choke wit’ the two*tone shine
for real…
i seen it all, closed eyes then dreamed it all
i been a part of scenes you n*ggas ain’t never seen at all
i spoke the pain, saw the blood, heard the screams and all
you n*ggas don’t wan’ grow nothin’, unless it’s green involved
make a list to prove me wrong and i’ll read ‘em off
‘magine weeding off the n*gga that you was feeding off
it’s cool
i pour the wine while the breeze evolve
after the smoke is the only time we get the weed involved
ugh
ibuprofen and tylenol, sh*t that i dissolve
it’s a small world after all
after all of the… binge drinking and alcohol
sh*t now i’m appalled; a celebratory mazel tov
mazel tov to all the feelings that’s not been solved
me and myself been indirectly having dialogue
therapy sessions; i open up n try and solve
after i resolve tear*drops that got me drying off
ugh
but maybe not the goal
now he long*faced like jamie foxx in soul
chasing after*rain, he claim it’s pots of gold
he’on wanna cop the chain; he rather cop the coal
ask who the blame like he ain’t got control
bask in the flame like heat’ll stop the cold
he ask for the rain so he could wash his soul
but the passion and pain the reason not to fold
‘magine a n*gga tryna gatekeep me
you tryna lift his sun, he tryna make you reach
you tryna help him win, he tryna claim defeat
you plant 8 new seeds, he want you 8 feet deep
as the world turns
how could you bachata while half of your world burns?
tryna hide the truth like african girl perms
shame at how these n*ggas turn backs on they own terms
immaculate how they learn
imagine showing concern;
then a n*gga tell you he rather if you adjourn…
shoulda known that you wasn’t passionate ‘bout the firm
the nerve of you to give but a fraction of what you earned
what happened to your return?
robin and givin’ the model; these b*tches trippin’
you talkin’ down on me but the problem is how you switchin’
i spent the whole summer in slalom for yo conviction
i should print the invoice wit’ a column for yo tuition
now let’s address the elephant in its position
i might’ve caught feelings, but bottled ‘em wit volition
you started acting weird and that’s part of why i was distant
i ain’t wit’ all that existing on part of a contradiction
yeah
if it’s the pride; you swallowed that in the kitchen
playing both sides is what started the opposition
you shoulda prayed to allah before harping on yo decision
but yo insecurity is the product of who you picking
bismillah
i welcome conversation…
why all the saturation of hate in my generatiion?
love and admiration the scariest combination
if it lead to jealousy and resentment in yo relations
yeah
you wanna know what’s really awkward to state?
how many n*ggas i know i lapped by walkin in place
you think he tripping, i know it’s facts; it’s all in they pace
the way he glisten; they hope he cracks, it’s all in they face
langston views but they claim he never try enough
can raisins in the sun turn grape; after drying up?
in jesus name, pour the wine; now we liven up
both doors of the church should be open the way they lining up
we was only kids but i would serve as the bridge
for drug n*ggas wit’ bids to nerds that always hid:
absurd how we would live
now anecdotes wit’ many words is how i give
y’all heard ‘bout what he did
[outro: noah]
yeah bro, appreciate the love
yeah i, i think we’re taking just two different paths to get the same thing right?
you know there’s i kinda see it this way at least. there’s two ways to go about it… you can do what i’m doing which is just go straight at the money in hopes that one day you’ll accumulate enough of it that you can pursue your passions then from a clear and peaceful headsp*ce. and the flip*side is what you’re doing which is going
straight at your passion in hopes that one day the money comes… it’d be silly to say that one is a superior plan to the other. i’m doing what’s working for me because my creative mind, my passion is stifled when i’m worried about how to pay rent; how to pay a car note but bro, the quality of art that you’re able to make, money aside… is insane. so i think you’re doing the right thing for you and i think i’m doing the right thing for me and i think either way the outcome looks the same for us
plenty of money and a life that’s full of passion

- kenneth callier lyrics

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