Neo Genesis (mk Ultra Pt. 2) Lyrics - Nino Bless

To feel mortal.. 

what a feeling 

Life line through these rhymes here 

I'm living ... Driven 

Wounds turn to lessons when they healing 

Theres Never a limit 

Whats Big without Pac? 

whats KRS without Scott? 

Whats beef without glocks? 

whats peace without cops? 

Whats missed without God 

or willing to die for a myth or facade, 

would you kill for your pride? 

you feelling alive? Now .. 

Whats real on this side? 

I mean, whats built & disguised? 

whats real? You decide shit 

You can define quick 

whats truth or denied? 

Is the proof in the files or am I losing this crowd? 

I ain't come for ya spot 

you safe for today 

I can't speak for tomorrow 

so savor ya place 

Now pray on ya fate 

ya ways have lost me 

I outshine greats & the shade they toss me 

Stay off me, (what what) 

See all that this cost me? nah ..look 

Ya'll see what ya'll see 

The results, the moxie 

Ya'll seen Ali beat Frazier, look godly 

But ya ain't see him waking up groggy 

The 4AM runs 

the nights full of questions 

The grind and the method defining a legend 

this the drive thats embedded 

inside, preventing; 

That Andre Iguodala shot that Lebron rejected 

RAAHHH, 

I'm still conquering these demons tho 

Still a monster when the beat is on 

I unleashed then u seen the growth 

Peep what i'm reaching for 

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Whats dope without fiends? 

whats hope without dreams? 

Whats broke without cream? 

what a hoe without queens? 

What a pawn with no king ? 

whats a war with no chief? 

whats a cause without means? 

yo whats causing this grief? 

Why ya creeping on me? 

I'm just feeding belief 

oh thats a reason i believe it u hate seeing me free 

Social media geeks 

this is all so highschool 

U got a million followers and likes 

but don't no one like you 

(Thats nice) 

They all gonna hype you 

Its all goin seem right then they'll all go & slight you 

Its Enticing to, EW and AH at the lights 

But who am I if the price suicide... its my life! 

Scrutinize if u like 

blow a dog whistle go ahead 

The Brood in ya blood's like a Christian with an Edge 

If u speaking I'm deaf 

give zero fucks, I fear less 

i'm here for good, I'm still blessed, 

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(HOOK) 

3rd verse 

We don't need more class 

but don't need more ratchet 

We neeed more thoughts 

but we need more action 

We don't need more Khaled's 

we don't need ya'll snappin 

We don't needs more cats that try to remake classics 

We don't need more rappers 

who need more gas 

nah, we need more gassing 

and DJ's who backspin 

We need less Chief Keef's 

we need more Chance's 

them kids who spit deep 

they need more chances 

we need more Nino's 

we need less Migos 

We don't need more ego's 

We don't need more Ebro's 

We need more smilley's 

We don't need more emojis 

We don't need more Kylies 

we don't need more Khloe's 

We don't need more plastic 

we don't need more gats bra bra bratin 

From coppers at black men 

We don't need more gossip 

we don't need more nonsense 

We don't need more Troy Ave's 

we need more Nas's 

We need to rebuild it and we could do without filler 

Said they need to see the real, someone get me a mirror 

Look it how they took rap- 

While they kill off the spitters 

Now 'm here to take it back, 

I'm an Indian Giver 

I'm a kill me some dinner, 

then attend to my center 

This a lesson through lost files from Terrance Mckennaa 

I'm still repping the cellar 

i'm still getting more better 

I been desperately tested 

still the best in my era 

I'll bet it all ... Like "here" 

Man i'm tired of ya'll 

shhh its quiet for ya'll 

I'm dead sober stilll higher than ya'll 

I brought a knife to a fight with a firing squad 

The night ended when i carved & put a knife through em all!! 

Its still right in my palm 

while i'm writing this song 

Oh U don't like it?? 

You ain't gotta like it, BYE & be gone! 

I'm the eye of the storm 

I'll be riding alone 

act wild.. I'lll fly a drone to the side of ya dome! 

OH MY, lets get it I'm the best alive 

My drives electric I ain't even in a Tesla ride 

I'm like perfection with no blemish ever left behind 

Picture the Fugee's with Mos Def instead of Praz 

A movie on bless should only end if ya left inspired 

If he ain't played by Johnny Deep the directors fired 

Or better yet a show hiring the best of writers 

Thats no less or at minimum might best The Wire 

{The next messiah} 

Now that was in the cards from conception 

Long before I was in my dads balls then ejected 

Was called to direct us , all and defend us 

Before a racist mauled Trayvon while armed with a temper 

Before Conor McGregor was all calm under pressure 

Tossin bombs with his left on all the jaws that he measured 

Before Hov swore he went on tour with Large Professor then showed Nas the Tec 

he said he strored in that dresser 

Before Flair was in the horsemen with Ole & Arn 

With Rolies, & all ...figure 4'in them wrestlers 

I was born a successor, aborted oppressors 

lost ... forced in that role like the Joker forming in Ledger 

Now its forming (FOREMAN) a legend like, 

George's cross that caught and 

floord Michael Moore right before the 11th 

God was bored on the 6, I was born on the 7th, 

ONE EIGHT, that meal came at my door with a present 

I saw a crystal ball with all my blessings, 

All of my flaws, all of my faults, all of my wrongs, all i'm regretting 

Satan called, I ignored em...relentless, 

He tried to butt in (Budden) 

I was Drake, he wanted all my attention 

I said NAH! 

went more forward, call it progressive 

Buts its more, its my core, in my senses 

Its war, my defenses, call into question 

my thoughts 

that are more or less towards the rhetorical method, 

Like whos the best? 

who's the greatest rapper? 

I'm Bruce leroy with the belt buckle chasing the master 

Vanity on my side, 

No game, look there's no Arcade he in (Arkadian) 

Hard to not sell out & do a sold out stadium 

No way in Jose Canseco's needles 

am I caving in... You out ya cranium! 

Beg god & pray to him, that bless falls, 

step off ... 

You out of bounds, quit playing, thats a dead ball!