Mind over Matter

In the cemetery writing rhymes, I may be dead but musical talent is still alive, sleep deprived, doesn't matter if I got sleepy eyes, because my soul working 100 percent you was sleeping now you surprised. I'm on my grind like I'm tony hawk, lyrical author, playing the game like Kobe I ain't got a partner. Apparently you know exactly what I can't be, and to me your telling me everything I can be, I'm a criminal in rap a vigilante. Hate motivates me finna walk like bambi. Believe me I've been working harder, still a toddler in this game finna ball like I'm Tony Parker. Its Mind Its mind over matter, if you talking about me then homie why does it matter. Its mind over matter, in the end I'll be the greatest so the hate doesn't matter, its mind over matter, yea in the end I'll be the greatest it honestly doesn't matter, its mind over matter, forget the chitter chatter settle this like men and homie handle matter Now my whole team could ball, been dreaming of this before I could walk or talk or crawl, I never saw, my rhymes shatter every wall, they doubted but now they finally want it all, but naw, vibrations in the background, I'm back now, spitting more punches than paqio, mani pedi, wordplay, more money than cash cow, please go ahead, ask how ya passed out, In the game I'm a prisoner, my rhymes could leave you breathless like you just drank a cup of vinegar, on top of you like a integer, your insecure, more wet than a sprinkler, around you like a cylinder, its mind Its mind over matter, if you talking about me then homie why does it matter. Its mind over matter, in the end I'll be the greatest so the hate doesn't matter, its mind over matter, yea in the end I'll be the greatest it honestly doesn't matter, its mind over matter, forget the chitter chatter settle this like men and homie handle matter The lyric raper, safer without a pen and paper, music invader, take your heart than break it swiftly then I call you Taylor, music baker, in the lab just adding flavor, I'll be your waiter, take out to eat all of my haters, a friendly neighbor. Flow crazy like a physcopath, who's bike is that I think they left it on the cycle track, we throwing pennies cause we bored now we biking back, uninviting the Vikings we ride cause hiking wack, Rhymes gutsy like James Bond, to me the mic is like a magic wand, after I'm done in the studio its practically just bombed, because we doing this rapping until infinity and beyond its mind