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Under8ed
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O'hene Savant
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I add homonyms to these ad hominems on social media when niggas question my confidence I'm confident my competence got me these accomplishments So stop it with the tryna diss ‘cause you are not stopping ish I'm in my prime, fool, that makes me an optimist Transform my damn form 'til that makes me the god of this It's obvious that I'm oblovious to your [?] I mean oblivious, you need to open your mind a bit I'm Block Panther to trolls, that's my Wakanda bit This my ‘What kind of shit you on?' and then I'll block you, prick And stop with this “That's the reason O Savant ain't blowin'” If O Savant ain't blowin', it's ‘cause O Savant ain't blowin' I'm hip to industry politics, just a bunch of hoein' So-called black kings kiss rings of the whites they owin' I'm independent minded, buy is not a seller's game Rather own a Ford than hold a Porsche in someone else's name I built a shield for the future on skill and mastery And speak blasphemy to the rap church of the Catholic priest I'm not intimidated when it's stated I won't make it ‘cause I made a statement that maybe makes a legacy tainted I already made it I came in this world to innovate, I innovated You follow trends, you don't get it, I don't live in the matrix I rather be in my basement than jump back on the slave-ship just so they can make me famous ‘cause that's a true artist versus a capitalist whose validation comes from how much cash that he gets Since when the masses become the barometer? By that logic, bruh, Lil Nas X x'd out Nas, that's nuts The population dumbed down so much they rob for Trump See I'm intellectual, this is how you dissect stuff Dr. Scott, Dr. Corn', I do a Dyson, bruh, minus the rhymes he does and all of the hype and fluff A bunch of smoke and mirrors Rappers get high, check their appearance Can't stand what they see, it's apparent they so embarrassed Instead of tryna share with they fare with a frickin' therapist, they depress the little children through lyrics While I'm learning the cycle of life, where your inspiration needs your inspiration to summarize the whole equation I preach love of the elders but y'all be tryin' my patience You know I'm here for my people, kill your ego, let me save ‘em O'hene Savant, independent and integration No black-owned labels big enough had to create it But old Gucci Versace niggas who had us thinkin' Lincoln with corporations would make us better stay complaining Now they mad at a generation they wasn't raisin' Everything that they are is ‘cause you never embraced ‘em I traveled the nation and gave ‘em an education to teach syllable science outlining that kind of phrasing And as for business, I'm aspiring to be Byron My next couple moves in rhyming is my retirement Sike, I'm lyin', I'm a tyrant, I terrorize the environment The pirates lyin' in hidin', I blast the siren see You can never do it how I do it I can write a verse and I can make the music I can chop a record, put piano to it Hit the stu and queue it, nigga, listen to it It'd be truly stupid, absolutely foolish to mistake a moment for a f*ckin' movement I'm phenomenal with syllables, incredible, the kind of lyrical phenomenon that'll make a rapper get in the booth
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