2016 Hours (feat. SwimmingSlug)

I been looking for appreciation at the core of the nation

I can't ignore the consequences I been warned, now I'm testing

I'm at war with myself, the fuck can i not afford that?

If I wanted it I shoulda bought that

Now with this rap shit I'm thinking I should abort that

But it's pro life, that line don't snort that

It's go time, it's my time, i paved that

I flow like my old bike, yeah I made that

As the crow flies, still a long way

But I need that, i greet that greed like a million

That hope i feed that, at the moment I'm weak

But I've seen it, imma lead that revolution

In rap you know we need that

Use the ghosts of old to breed that

Wearing all gold, i can see that

Can I be whack?

Can you beat me?

Hell nah I'm repping the 3

With the country on my back

I'm still on my feet

And im running like forrest, capiche?

On the Mic im a beast

The beat takes it course as I eat

The recording begin

I'm done with my feast

The boy is unleashed

The poison is leaking

The moisture is leaving

As they hoist up my meal

And I fuck up another deal

They been saying I need better flow

They been saying I need a few years more

They been saying I been starting off strong

They been saying I'm on a fucking roll

This is the beginning of the goal

The first clinch of control

The sprinkling of coal on the flames

Putting these old heads to shame

As I patrol this domesticated game

With a pocket full of stolen change

You see my soul is free

I'm a strange being

I can't explain how strange it is being the preacher of the prophets

All I can say is I both need and want this

It's my turn I'm a go hard

I'm a break hearts, flow cutthroat

Oppose us, ya walk around with ya head hanging off your shoulders

I'm a muhfucking rogue soldier marching to the beat following no orders

I pick and choose what part to play

Like an A list actor, except this no acting

You don't even know, I got way too much passion

When it comes to blasting you no list rappers

You no bitch having, only written rhymers

Y all no real rappers

Y all don't try huh

You a stand up guy now huh?

Sit your ass down you a clown boy

No denying that it's apparent that

We're above par, above average fuck we're above em all

They gone learn to fall now huh

This ain't no time for games, I rhyme with pain

I fly through stained skies where planes have died, I could remain for days in the Bermuda triangle

Who the fuck am i?

I go by the name ThatNikoli but I'm OJ

Let the beat ride

Couple seconds of rest should be enough

Double back like a triple left then single right

I'm steering into the night, away from the light

Alongside my own kind, running over your type

My intentions been stressed over and over

Even sober me would agree, pest control is taking place

Spraying some deterrent in their faces

I'm determined to enjoy this so I got the go pro playing it back in slow mo

Until I know for sho they are no more

Pay for promo so I can get the paper in fast forward