respect my mind
• Written by Addario
Addario's Notes
this took 5 weeks straight to write down it was easy to type, though. it's gonna be on my next album, so show love
also, I switched up the annotation style in the middle. do yall like this one better? lmk
the album will be fairly non-sensual and non-conceptual, except for like ⅜ of the songs.
I'm hoping to release it around May. if not, then expect something big over the summer.
// 0:00 //
yeah,
// 0:01 //
I study the streets so you know that I'm a genius
I craft these raps with qualities of the rapture, leave em speechless
the mecca of the method is my forté, I walk in and woo
issues, let somebody try me, and I'll rob em as my interlude
// 0:11 //
menstrual, I bleed through the paper, as my poetic vision pops out the womb
my words clot quick, if you think that's due to a stroke of luck, then that's untrue
I speak money, ownin' green like a celtic, danny ainge
aimin' at your derriere, (bow!) shootin' from range, you'll remember this pain
// 0:22 //
amyloid in my lines, this shit hard to break down
systemic with the flow, infecting your whole sound
these rappers dialysis, they watered down, barely functioning
while i’m stage 5 lethal, no recovery comin’ in
// 0:33 //
busy searchin' for decency, but as I talk my shit, I don't see anyone as disgusting
these kids talking shit, but really ain't up to nothing, they ain't up on nothing, just running
I raise the stakes so high, you need a plane ticket just to ante up
turn a minor problem major, make a simple fade into a cancer cut
// 0:44 //
if it wasn't for annotations, nobody would be able to decipher this cypher
to wipe out this wiper, wiping out wannabes, poisonous flow like a viper
poised piper bearing the fruit of my labors, and as I write this, the sun grows brighter
fruit riper, poison in the preset leave you slow in the brain but fast outside it like you hyper
// 0:55 //
the first album was rushed, the deluxe was the one that set my time
enough of being loyal, I call a bitch over then we havin' sex by nine
my gun's a verb, my fingers do the trig, it alliterates every time
accept my rhymes, I repeat some shit, I mean some shit, say it every line
// 1:06 //
listen to what I have to say, I might not be here long, respect my mind
you know I don't like gun talk, but you play foul, get a tec by nine
hand in hand, got the world in my palms, cuppin' the gun, I protect my nine
never wanted a gun, but the world's so dangerous, got it in record time
// 1:17 //
got a lotta problems, I spill em onto rappad, so respect my mind
got a lotta issues, had a wack dad, might die sad, so respect my mind
got a lotta shit, a lotta weight up on my shoulders, so respect my mind
got a lot on my plate, got a lotta (uh) yeah, so respect my mind
// 1:28 //
I know they wanna see me crumble, they advertise my demise
But like lightning I strike back, I leave you fried, right between the eyes
I see right between the lies like I had scoped vision, scoped 'cision,
put em in the dirt, with a cross on my neck in case the pope missed it
// 1:39 //
my pen toxic, these lines leave em paralyzed, cyanide with the script
words surgical, I sharpen scalpels, every bar slit a wrist
outta pocket with the chrome, like I snuck in a sidekick
leave his top flat when I fold him up, like a sidekick flip
// 1:50 //
underrated like bruce, but I still got the will to smith bitches
stealth mode, mask on, no Zorro, still leave em with stiff stitches
these squares ain't cut out for this, they need big stitches
let the clip talk, let it stutter, give em a couple of quick wishes
// 2:00 //
ain't no genie in my bottle, just hollows in the chamber
face rearranged, now his crew got a stranger, danger
whippin' through the jungle with that stick, no Jumanji
catch you lackin' with ya monkeys, you get spiked like a palm tree
// 2:11 //
no check engine light, still got the drive to off you
hop out with the four like I parked at a golf course
my clip got no bounds, like it skipped on a golf course
drive by, hit the green, no par, but they chalk boards
// 2:22 //
I'm the chef, let the burner talk, that iron flame broil em
leave em stuck in a coil like a snake in the soil then
they runnin' on E, collide with em, infected the gas
I'll still let the stick shift em if they outta class
// 2:33 //
the first album was rushed, the deluxe was the one that set my time
enough of being loyal, I call a bitch over then we havin' sex by nine
my gun's a verb, my fingers do the trig, it alliterates every time
accept my rhymes, I repeat some shit, I mean some shit, say it every line
// 2:44 //
listen to what I have to say, I might not be here long, respect my mind
you know I don't like gun talk, but you play foul, get a tec by nine
hand in hand, got the world in my palms, cuppin' the gun, I protect my nine
never wanted a gun, but the world's so dangerous, got it in record time
// 2:55 //
got a lotta problems, I spill em onto rappad, so respect my mind
got a lotta issues, had a wack dad, might die sad, so respect my mind
got a lotta shit, a lotta weight up on my shoulders, so respect my mind
got a lot on my plate, got a lotta (uh) yeah, so respect my mind
// 3:06 //
flip the script, now I'm back with a vengeance
I'm armed with the flow, got a license to end shit
leave em livin' in the past like a life sentence
these bars infinite, no repentance
// 3:17 (I could've kept going, but I ran out of characters. I was in that mode, too) //
listen, I...
// 4:35 //
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Addario
Member since January 15 2025