About Her Intro
[Osiris Nox]
Yo, It's been a minute, ain't it?
It's completely my fault for going off half cocked
Nice paint, shitty painter
The vision was there, it just took a few years
To know the statement and how to make it
Mom and pops taught me to work hard, count the money, and never take shit. so let's get on with it
Feelings caught counted in degrees of loyalty
I don't need to be royal to make them see me as royalty
Got a sick way of spittin, on D's breaks with these writtens
Until the spot light's shining, we're defending our vision
Until the spot light's shining, we're defending our vision
Until the spot light's shining, we're defending our vision
It's not a masterpiece yet, but it's where we're headed
And I wish they'd stop asking where my head is
Because if I knew it, I'd have said it
Drawn a blueprint, Taught a lesson
But the questions got me stressing like
You see, I thought I had friends, turns out I had a studio
Fuck it man, it's what it is
Lost a few dudes from the crew that chilled back at the stu
But really Matt's the only one i miss
Yeah I'm talking real shit
That fuck how you feel shit
Good for you, you gave up
Failures something I can't deal with
You don't think I get sideways glances
From people I went to school with
About the fact I rap, or at least that I'm still doing it?
Writing stories in stanzas to avoid the damage
Fuck what they think, get the lights and cameras
So all the woman I've had flings with can say they didn't see this
Life can be complex and I like the route that's scenic
And looking in my nephew's eyes helped me understand its meaning
So you can hate me, hate the music that we're making, hate the beats, and the rhyme and every word that I'm saying
But the grind, the hustle, defined by struggle to rise from rubble to high as the Hubble
Can you really hate that?
So when my music plays. you don't got to start clappin'
Hell, you don't got to respect me. but respect my passion