The Drug of Success

The Drug of Success

You ever want something so bad that love doesn't describe the passion you have for it?! Your blood, sweat and tears along the journey is your soul releasing your fears. I'm confident in my own abilities and all the underestimation is music to my ears. Yea, I know greatness takes time but being mediocre is my biggest fear. What do you know about sitting in your room, and writing until your brain hurts because you're changing your thoughts into spears. 1000 horses are pushing my ambition locomotive since the hunger inside is pushing me to change the gears. Bring on the unknown because progression can't with fear. You have to stop believing the propaganda, hesitation and skepticism will cause your opportunities to disappear. The belief in a limitless future, and when your preparation meets your opportunity your luck will reappear. Enhancing my performance by mixing my knowledge with the antlers from on a deer.

Success is the opium of society, once you taste it, you gotta have more, you gotta the pure. Succeeding once doesn't appease the addiction, everyone is looking for the next hit. A taste of success, you gotta have more, you gotta have the pure.

What do you know about being so close the finish line you can smell it but not close enough to taste it. Don't take success for granted because there's always someone waiting to extract your opportunity. Success is surgical since the road to achieve it is giving my motivation a face lift. Your blood, sweat, and tears are faceless, its the nature of the beast so face it. I'm a hot dog when it comes to success because my failures will never catch up. Now mustard down your hating because I relish overcoming underestimation. Yea I know the beef with my critics is kosher because my bun of ambition is blanketing their rebuttal. Chip Kelly of my journey, obtaining my aspirations by going no huddle. The nature of success is offensive, its simplicity is complex that's why the defense is looking befuddled. Everybody is looking for affection and success is an attractive relationship, which is why the people who are envious want to cuddle. I'm mildewing a blueprint for my success since I'm always sleeping in ambition puddle. Why not sleep and bathe with the soap, called success? Without success being apart of your life, it leads to depression. When success becomes absent, then your skills go through a talent regression. It's all about plating your confidence, so you can astutely serve your success projections.

Success is the opium of society, once you taste it, you gotta have more, you gotta the pure. Succeeding once doesn't appease the addiction, everyone is looking for the next hit. A taste of success, you gotta have more, you gotta have the pure.

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It's Fabricated

It's Fabricated

Cotton hard or rock soft, you can rock on or rock off. That tough guy facade is only getting your rocks off. Off the top, I'm off the block. I'm not pitching the rock, just spitting what you cook in a pot. That lethal, it will make ya heart stop. I don't pose to be hard, its just hard being me. It's easier to be yourself, yet you're trying hard to be a wannabe. Lies are the enemy and I'm spitting behind enemy lines. My truth is making the enemy's bodies drop. No top, ruthless with lyrics, so the onslaught won't stop. Non stop perpetration, the X on your mouth marks the spot. Assassination to the fictitious facades, I'm snipering for big dreams and my ambitions are the red dot. Lies are everywhere, there’s no logical arrangement, a bunch of scattered plot. A needle filled with truth serum, the injection is the liars' burial spot. A graveyard of falsification, dead the fabrication or your conscience will erode and rot. Yea cooking up a solution, its my desire and ambitions boiling in the pot. Lies are a different version of the truth, that's an incomplete plot. Get your story right because the truth's attention is killing your spot.

You can captivate the audience without being a fictitious goon. With your fabricated street cred, now the streets are talking and you're looking like a buffoon. The lies are cloudy and the truth is on the forecast, a person's clarity is the typhoon. Too many people's persona are a tornado of lies, pulling the wool over our eyes, a bunch of racoons. I'm hate liars so I'm sharp with the criticism, yea spitting harpoons. Your fraudulent activities are bring in the storm, I can feel the monsoon. The truth is lunar eclipsing the lies, the facts are written on the moon. You can't hide yourself forever, your taste of reality is coming soon. Lying is an epidemic so I'm diplomatically deploying my defenses,the first line is my creative platoon. You're suiciding your tough guy persona, the only thing you're drawing are cartoons. It's western style, we're hanging the liars at high noon. Rifling off the facts, yea that's gunning the truth, I'm a word play goon. I'm not a butterfly yet since my attribute metamorphosis is still in my greatness cocoon. I'm done for now but I'll be back soon.
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