Insomnia Ballad from Cartledge by ZD Redspark

Come hither all my listeners, are you lost?
Do you think about the prince of the grind,
or what it costs//
To sacrifice everything that you can.
To pump that shit out, to benefit every fan//
That ever listened to this shit//Even a passing glance//
Would level up my shit so high but-this-aint-no Gameboy Advance,
Aesop Rock and Jonwayne in my headphones lately//
I know that I made some mistakes don't hate me//
I'm a wildchild, not Lootpack's producer
I am the ghost of the present who spits that future//
Bars with that signal, sonically consume these horizons
Won't drop the ball I'm on call like my doc had Verizon
I made lemons and I turned them into lemonade/
That's salute to Madchild, but I don't ride no waves//
I am my own ideas, not like the rest of you sheep//
I got these girl scout ccokies that'll put me to sleep//

(hook)
This is that Insomnia ballad.
RedSpark 2020, no script, no actin'

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• hiphop
• nerdcorehiphop
• rap
• underground
• unsigned
• Towson