(TrailBlazzor)

No Concept..Yea, Just Peep My Content, Uh
Fly Mind Shit. Catch Up Or Stay Behind Shit

Uh, You cant deter this gent from the tides of success
Or threats of destruction since I practice stress reduction
My backbone I flaunt it, anytime Im confronted
By worthy challenges because my growing depth and substance
Poor but optimistic, far fetch assumption
That if I stretch everyday, that Ill expand from nothin
Integrity enthusiast, you underhanded? Fuck Ya
I aint too fuckin laid back for my back hand to touch ya
Sharp lyrics, psychologically Ill stab and cut ya
Goin hard on pussy ass hatin cast of suckas, Fuck Em
Nation Talkin, meanin the shit I say to ya
If you like demeanin a dreamer, come face to face wit us
Demand respect, no negatives through these cadences
Self Worth is positive lose or win catch a fade for this
Fly Mind mindset; no shit taken
Tryna challenge your belief that self defense aint gracious
On anotha note, my fire flow can melt a glaciour
In a second or none, cause im second to none
Mack with true tech skills human form of a gun
Black and solid as steel, I connect with the drum
Melanin potent, tryna put omen in motion
Through this musical portal. I claim this song here immortal
Timelessness in effect, musta though I was jokin
Me N' Barz are future emcee gods givin it order
Outta chaos. Last year, I took,may off
My job robbin funds and my time, fuck gettin laid
I only make true sacrifices if that shit payoff
My soul aint centered? Forget it, there is no trade off
No concept, nigga peep the content
Niggas rap bout money but they broke, spittin non cents
No concept, no stoppin me
My soul full of gold N' no one coppin these properties, uh!

(Barz Damu)

(Uh, No concept) no concept (no concept) Fly Mind shit (jus peep the content) Yo, yo jus like this (no concept) yo (no concept) and yall niggas thought we was playin (no concept) get the fuck outta here (cause Fly Minds can do that)

Why be politically correct in a world of lyin politicians
Raw feelings revealing some tension not to mention
These rookie know it alls tryna correct my fuckin penship
To dumb it down for attention and leave emotions missin
I feel very deeply, and I want to feel me
Like ladies guts gettin plucked with they but on rise to the ceiling (you know though)
Thats word for you folks that think we a joke
You'll feel us deep in a solo this Fly Mind shit just a promo (fasho though)
Damu spit like fightin heart of a zo though
Not that Damu shit with red rag and spill blood of bros though
My blood, represent my intent to break down cement
From the underground, run it now, runnin shit wit out ya consent
This all I got so im retarded with this
Lost my mind in beats and rhymes back in College Park as a git
Passion propellin me several inches from felonies
My homie a felon trapped in trap N' still sellin trees
Must pave new road for my folks if not Il be failin me
Turn turburlance to a breeze, soar over seven seas
Plain sight but grounded gettin his game right
Pioneerin some shit, givin these lames fright
Ill be a target with this
In the depth riskin my flesh and facin death for this shit
Pen N' tongue deadly weapons, N' we wreckin some shit
All heart...no concept in this bitch

Uh, no concept...no concept...just peep the content.
Yea, no concept...no concept..no concept..cause fly minds can do that

Just wanna say rest in peace Terry Rankins and Shavante Hardwick and god bless my lost loose cannon brothers out there. We gone show yall how to fly fareal.