Lyrics

[Hook (X2): Pensive] So many artists are blind like when you lead with no light For me its easy to find a simple reason to fight I've got these thoughts in my mind i've got these dreams in the night But they dont have the same drive they dont have the same sight [Verse 1: Pensive] What I spit is so hot it'll have you all thinking My saliva is on fire like what the hell is he drinking Hand my listeners a shovel cus I want them all to dig this If being ill is good then im infected with the sickness I need to rap man, like the day before Christmas But beats are Christmas presents, I just can't wait to rip this I dream of hot sixteens like a perverted thirty year old I try and keep em clean but I prefer a dirtier word I'm something you rarely see like a murderous nerd My flows potent, drink it your words'll get slurred And its so hot, you touch it you'll get burned to the third My words don't defer I prefer to be heard So I aim for the top, like the perch of a bird If im not there yet then im hardly deterred Cus failures never occurred, to me or my partner When im done i'll be the one to decide my departure CHORUS (X2) [Verse 2: Loki] I got these thoughts inside of my mind Of not being civilized all the time Rebelling, because we locked up in these lies I wanna start yelling, let my timid talk start to rise Pull out the stops on my thoughts That compel him, to stop being shy Hop up and ride, fight for my rights I would die tonight but I gotta arrive And leave on this flight, let out the line Like I was leading a kite, flying high Wide eyed, see it all from this height Despite the birds eye, my insight is unmarred In the evening feeling sprite, unbarred Alive tonight but the increasing dark Tries to right out consume me, so to be smart I spark to life a light a that renews me So I don't expire with the day Don't burn out like a fire in the place Finding that the higher that I stay I'm miles away from all the violence and the hate CHORUS (X2) [Verse 3: Pensive] Put beats between my teeth and im biting all the way down Making music miracles while im writing on a greyhound Im driven cus I listen to the boy whose inside I don't care where this thing takes me im enjoying the ride My skills hit with ill wit im sharper than a drill bit Harder than a steel tip, go farther than a field trip On real shit going and I know I never will quit I'm hotter than the fire when you liars get your grills lit Not trynna make a mill quick, im just making music This could be a weapon it depends on how you use it You could hear a threat in every syllable I do spit Im tighter than a noose get and I will never loose it But thats just half the picture, I'll write a massive scripture And preach my teaching have you feeling like the past has hit ya But still im futuristic, its clear this youths artistic Painting out my vision using nothing but the true linguistic