Maisin, Qamata - Battlefield, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Ratatatat don't mind me its a feeler
Ratatatat just knocking for my dealer
Ratatatat oh God need a re-up
Ratatatat don't mind me its a feeler
Ratatatat just knocking for my dealer
Ratatatat oh God need a re-up
I dont want to lie
Ink running dry
Pen will just slide
When i body a beat with these skirts combined
I don't wanna die
When they realise
That my coffin is what gon keep their shine
I dont want to lie
Ink running dry
Pen will just slide
When i body a beat with these skirts combined
I don't wanna die
When they realise
That my coffin is all they dream about
I got deep cuts in my brain veins
Trying to maintain the white picket fence with this fake fame
Dose of the drugs of the insane
Keeping up to the standards of this fake game
This hole genre a damn field
No battle
I nutted some daisies
My bad i was just low on that steam
But im back and im full injecting
Battlefield vaccine
Shit is mandatory im coming to the front through the back seat
Been cruising
Autocratic not working
Been losing
Now these lames be smirking
Im choosing to be back at the top of my game
Doing what a king does
Lead from the front
Proving that God will benefit us
Through me devour the wack amongst us
Oh you think you hard huh
Just out here sounding like the emancipation of mimi
TB just coughing up your lungs everytime you see me
Reaching for your soul everytime I'm speaking
Knee deep in defeat cause you know you feel me
Reaching for your gat but the bullets not inking
Miss me tryna murder my instincts
Yeah im floating like a butterfly
Bee sting
The truth not a lullaby
Kill me with the words of the most wise
Easy with the pen of the most high
But thats me
I'm immortal on both sides
Omnipotence
Got thee poet to show the talentless who the ruler is
I am God
And if infinity stones or dragon ball z
Are anything to go by
Then I wish to fly to the heavens
Like Thor or perhaps Thanos
And yet on my own accord
Will my course
Sharpern it on both points
Like Gabriel's sword
Or the lone Afro-samurai
With his Katana pointing the course
And around it build a school of thought
That will give it form
And also prove to the Gods
That I'm a worthy disciple
A pilgrim of thought
Body mind and soul paying homage Through the art of war
Say this we are told that long long ago
Before men discovered heu in being
It use to be that hueman beings were once tress
Whose determination has seen its roots leap like feet
And tap ochoes on the crust of the soil
As they leave behind footprints
For recognition and this the core would receive
And orbit to meet together all spheres with means of evoking
The spirits of the wise elders to grant us a wish
For one to speak and when one speaks with reason
Word reaches out and leads us into the righteous path
But sad as it may
That our vantage point is flawed
On how we continue to sing these songs
Only to fit norm
Otherwise how do you teach thought
As if God cares for me to at all
And even if meaning is of the intellect
And poetry is not
But still rhythm is born in your heartbeat
The moment you learn to appreciate
How to manipulate your heartstring
And
And when your heart sings
Soulful remedies are released under the guise of melodies
And this when you receive
You muse your hips
So move your hips to the tune of your own music
Dance to it
Poetic devises disguise the essence
Ignorance is a tool used against us
Rage against this
And scream your lungs out
Let your voice be heard
Speak your heart out
Let its frequencies vibrate
Till extraterrestrials among us validate the claim
That we are Atlantean children
And you come from a womb whose worth is in its design
Walls painted with pain and blood
Floors covered with decapitated heads and guts
As if two cannibal babies were fighting over intestine
And if we're to ask
Any other cells coming through those fellopian tubes
Blatantly they would look at you
Kinda be looking amused

Ratatatat don't mind me its a feeler
Ratatatat just knocking for my dealer
Ratatatat oh God need a re-up
Ratatatat don't mind me its a feeler
Ratatatat just knocking for my dealer
Ratatatat oh God need a re-up
I dont want to lie
Ink running dry
Pen will just slide
When i body a beat with these skirts combined
I don't wanna die
When they realise
That my coffin is what gon keep their shine
I dont want to lie
Ink running dry
Pen will just slide
When i body a beat with these skirts combined
I don't wanna die
When they realise
That my coffin is all they dream about
I got deep cuts in my brain veins
Trying to maintain the white picket fence with this fake fame
Dose of the drugs of the insane
Keeping up to the standards of this fake game
This hole genre a damn field
No battle
I nutted some daisies
My bad i was just low on that steam
But im back and im full injecting
Battlefield vaccine
Shit is mandatory im coming to the front through the back seat
Been cruising
Autocratic not working
Been losing
Now these lames be smirking
Im choosing to be back at the top of my game
Doing what a king does
Lead from the front
Proving that God will benefit us
Through me devour the wack amongst us
Oh you think you hard huh
Just out here sounding like the emancipation of mimi
TB just coughing up your lungs everytime you see me
Reaching for your soul everytime I'm speaking
Knee deep in defeat cause you know you feel me
Reaching for your gat but the bullets not inking
Miss me tryna murder my instincts
Yeah im floating like a butterfly
Bee sting
The truth not a lullaby
Kill me with the words of the most wise
Easy with the pen of the most high
But thats me
I'm immortal on both sides
Omnipotence
Got thee poet to show the talentless who the ruler is
I am God
And if infinity stones or dragon ball z
Are anything to go by
Then I wish to fly to the heavens
Like Thor or perhaps Thanos
And yet on my own accord
Will my course
Sharpern it on both points
Like Gabriel's sword
Or the lone Afro-samurai
With his Katana pointing the course
And around it build a school of thought
That will give it form
And also prove to the Gods
That I'm a worthy disciple
A pilgrim of thought
Body mind and soul paying homage Through the art of war
Say this we are told that long long ago
Before men discovered heu in being
It use to be that hueman beings were once tress
Whose determination has seen its roots leap like feet
And tap ochoes on the crust of the soil
As they leave behind footprints
For recognition and this the core would receive
And orbit to meet together all spheres with means of evoking
The spirits of the wise elders to grant us a wish
For one to speak and when one speaks with reason
Word reaches out and leads us into the righteous path
But sad as it may
That our vantage point is flawed
On how we continue to sing these songs
Only to fit norm
Otherwise how do you teach thought
As if God cares for me to at all
And even if meaning is of the intellect
And poetry is not
But still rhythm is born in your heartbeat
The moment you learn to appreciate
How to manipulate your heartstring
And
And when your heart sings
Soulful remedies are released under the guise of melodies
And this when you receive
You muse your hips
So move your hips to the tune of your own music
Dance to it
Poetic devises disguise the essence
Ignorance is a tool used against us
Rage against this
And scream your lungs out
Let your voice be heard
Speak your heart out
Let its frequencies vibrate
Till extraterrestrials among us validate the claim
That we are Atlantean children
And you come from a womb whose worth is in its design
Walls painted with pain and blood
Floors covered with decapitated heads and guts
As if two cannibal babies were fighting over intestine
And if we're to ask
Any other cells coming through those fellopian tubes
Blatantly they would look at you
Kinda be looking amused