Spark Plug

Insult to injury

I am a mystery, jinkies

Put you right back in your place like a symphony

Sympathy, no no no no

You ain't listen to me

When I was down in the gutter

Back from the grind now I'm that motherfucka

Got some new tricks in ma bag

You peoples is sad

I went from the top to the bottom and back

Except this time it's a one-way trip

Huh I cannot trip

Vision impaired to the ones who have slipped

Down to ground and found

A place to resound

A lot of the people you fucking with keeping you bound

You ain't gon' leave this place without going

Round a roundabout and back this locus a trap

A state of the mind you relying on crack

Damn bitch, I gotta go

I got some lyrics I need to get flow

Flowing and flowing we going and going

The way that I come on this beat gotchu choking

With laughter that bar connected just after

Plugging the wifi back in your reaction is lagging

Just like me at the top of key

I guess you can see now

Your defence it was sagging

Whoa

An itty bitty bug really buzzing up the room

A little bit of bank and they acting all cool

A shitty nit-picky pity please attitude from the dude

You better back off and fix all your act up

Or people gon' find you and act up an activist

Gon' be the only thing actively

Keeping your name as an additive

Bitch, go and add it up

Boom to the bap da bap da bap bow

I got some things that bout to go pow

Straight from tha womb consume all these sounds

My mind a sponge how I squeeze it all out

Letting the world know I'm here for the now

Build up a palace and fuck up this town

Cream of the crop yeah my eyes at the top

And I Avoid all these snakes

Cause I came with a ladder

Huh

Whole life plucked strings

Now I bounce on beats

Sparkplug when you need energy

Chuckie Finster my motif

Can't tame when I freak tho

Mindset shift like a timeless mish

So inconsistent but fuck it right now I am in this bitch

Like bitch, ugh

Feel like me myself and Irene

Put on the mask and I freak

Habit of a yes-man, tad bit too much of a sure-can

Now I'm Bruce almighty

MIB, men in black, man I'm back

Now I tap into my potential

Rappin on my own instrumentals

Flow is essential

Sharpen my mind like a pencil

Erase all the doodlebobs in contention

Hierarchy, tug of the war no tension

Throne is my seat

Crown go to me

Loyal people here come the receipts

Only track Two of Six, 12onna repeat

Funny how sound can paint a vivid story

When you got too much time passion die slowly

Huh, but it come back

Bout staying locked in for that come back

I.T. to the league what a comeback

Ready combat with the combo, combover hidden patches of your game

Oh no though, shouldn't hide

It's a lesson, embrace

Do the adjustments the drills the practice and change

On a second note though

Surround yourself with the people who know you

Accept we as humans got issues

Your failures your flaws still with you

Challenge your growth and uplift you

People keeping it a hundred with proper intentions to feed you

No sneak dissing eyeing your fall-off

These people the worst like snakes in the tall grass