This is the sound of rushing wind
That hurricane inside my brain
I let the storm out through my pen
Then many men will feel my pain
I blame no one, I am the Shogun
I am the sun, moon, stars, and emotions
My gun weighs a ton, point it at the black glass
Blast, then I'm out the rain
Let it loose, let it free, let it exist, then let it be
Let it go, when I'm in a battle with myself I drop
The hammer so quick, like Geronimo
Scalping the dishonorable, ego
Sick like, H1-N1-measles
Midnight key strokes, typing out my defects
My assets, at least though, I'm looking at my true face
Illegal entry, to therapists and outside entities
Centuries I've been moving about this universe
Surfing across the Milky way in a filthy way
But I cleaned my act up like acne, back up
My Mack truck, fill up the trunk with taxing lessons
To maximize my presence on Earth for this track meet
Not a race but a marathon
Larger than life like a Mastodon
Broke, but can't see where the cast is on
Healing fast, and at last its on
My power is now at 8.5, can't wait till I get to 10
Can't break a man who's made of water, can you
Read my grin, can you read my grin?
{X2}
Hydro, can't escape the streets on fire
Wherever you go
See the black smoke
Can't escape the deep desire
To put upon a show
I ask
Give me the knowledge and wisdom
To craft stronger words and live them
Eliminate all hate from my system
To spread only love's the mission
I can't remember who you are Mr. Corey
Do your part be your own category
Protection and abundance is with you
Be not afraid there's no end to this truth
Help us all to shine I say
Spirit bodies outta mine I pray
And then I call back the pieces of me
That I left in the deepest of seas
Not really work in mysterious ways
But rather search and there will be light
Spread it too and you will be change
Unified by the breath of life
Dear Deacon
Seen you at the club last weekend
Them jeans was kinda skinny and them bottles pretty frequent
You networkin?
That's what they call it now
It seems to me you really need to set your wallet down
You thirty something lookin' like a student in a college town
A mindless zombie all you do is follow sound
And crowns
Why you seekin' to be a squire?
When God promised you empires
You've been hired by the highest
Man you lookin' like the pious
Stuck in cycles like dryers
Ought to peel you way with pliers
Outliers
That's what you seeking to be
Yet yellin yolo like it's promo
An indecent decree
Deeply seeded in heated shouting match between my echo
As I mutter and stutter through Sutter Kane's manifestation
Sanity is retro
Insanity is now Instagramafication
Let the vanity run wild
Double tapping that ass
Done with tapping that ass
Watch officials make it clap with oil bodies and cash
From a highway to heaven 100 something on the dash
To a side street in Hades broke down, outta gas
Conflicting of the digital and physical
Remake or original
Ass out and dusted folks so close to aboriginal
Lungs screaming dro but them pockets close to Reginald
Got the car note but insurance looking skeptical
But internet self gotta cool profile
So cool got me wonder what he doing right now?
With a pack of dimes lounging by the pool right now
In the finer designer items I'm returning right now
Be you