F-Bomb from Time Capsule by Mic Justice

You hear that?
You hear that?
You hear that?(X6)

Synth higher than Sistine chapel pyre
Which one has the best old fashioned attire
Cold fastioned cast iron,
Wimps are fried more every passing hour.
Primos pay your ticket before you hit the shower,
What's a crucible if you don't have bread
Sitting in a cubical for pennies on cents
Christ is fuming dude for things we should repent.
We'll chalk it up being hell bent degenerates
Cell rents ridiculous,
I'm not conspicuous
I'm tired of conspiracies
Slow down you're privileged
Sorry before I turn you into squidward
Under the sea by Biz markee
Not in tune,
Radio plays it on repeat
Little meeche do you hear me?
Juice world came into your dreams
And seeing is believing
Belligerent nonsense comes out in feelings
Have to capture the path thats after
the fact
afternoon eatin Scooby snacks
Now do you hear that?
Pow pow, veer back
That's just a snippet of what to come
sheep you sheards' black
And red
Architectural figures are commandeered in racks
Don't mind the dead
everyone the show is back,
High definition
Blow your stacks
Show who's whack,
Wait man, you hear that?
Wait man, you hear that?

Fuck them days
Tryna elevate
Off this train
Train them wieghts
Stuck in my ways
Tryna relegate,
fuck them days
I just wipe them away
Off the fuckin screen.
Like rightful dames,
Nightful plane,
Rides insane,
I'll hit you up on bumble babe

You hear that
You hear that
You hear that?(X6)
Chalk it up
To number one
Can't tell where he is
Guess I'm his son

Dropping the f bomb
The sets on,
Do you really wanna push me
Armageddon
I've been at the bottom of a smoothie
Learn the lesson
Of a hot head player,
Tryna take away everything you've been after.
Laughter submerge in the unfun world
Tryna to be the one that succumbs the meaning for
Humbled more, radio station
Ears galore,
don't even know why the fuck Im even taking this score,

The game is so oversaturated, it's kinda overwhelming,
Make a song or two
In a pit full of pirahanas
Baba yaga will be in his house tomorra,
Day after day until I rap when I'm yawning
my neighbors call the cops, yell at me from the awning.
I've tried sticking to the plan.
what does a commander do
when he's out of men
I put on the standard too,
When I'm out with my friends
Tryna to make life worth living in the eyes of a person.
Isn't it personal, your feelings that are aimed towards me?
Tryna be rude, you ain't the reason my spirits free,
Blinded and Blue, but I write it down in poetry
That's why with me there's nothing really going on you see?
Because I tell it louder on every damn song for free

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Jazz
• Rap
• RnB
• Rock
• Soul
• Port St. Lucie