10KONDRMS - Locksmith

They say «Lock you need a hook, better find a way and make a switch»

Go find you some famous friends and hang around who they see fit'

But i do not feed into hype or liking myself to be such

I just rap about my life, to some people that’s not enough

Fuck your preconceptions, I don’t wanna live inside your box

I see rapping as a vessel, another extension, it’s just my thoughts

If you walked a mile in his shoes, you would identify with issues

That would put you in such depression

You would be thankful of what you got

Lost in the vaults of another one’s bitter-ness

It could never be resolved so consider

This my final word, if you find the nerve then it’s find to swerve

So don’t limit, here I’m the result of a revolt in your deep soul

Didn’t think so, how’s that?

Soon as I compromise that my conscious dies

And you flee and I’m stuck in this trap

People expect you to worship their wealth

Follow them blind and don’t think for yourself

Soon as you stand on your own and demand what is known

Then they try to play dumb or they bail

I see it all as means to an ends

Rejected and misunderstood by my friends

Viewed as a loose cannon, candid, branded, but abandoned

Let it sink in, let it begin, this what I’ve been

I feel no need to concede or pretend

I been too humble with niggas

I think they forgot what I’m capable of is a sin

So I send you my best, you can take it as jest

My arrogant ways, left me stuck in a mess

Trapped in the middle, an assassin of riddles

I pity you niggas trying to get a pass

When I fiddle the lyrics and metaphors

Measure chords, ate a nigga like a set fours

Men will pause when I get him in his pores

Pussy nigga going through what is menopause

Would’ve been, blew up, but I’m in forest full of jealous ass dudes

That was on the same team had to leave

Now I’m going through a metamor-phosis

On my fourth, fifth disc, but I forfeit this like a forklift is

When I force this shit down your throat, then spit

When I fuck girl, you gonna report this dick

Matter fact, never could afford this shit

Flows under water like a porpoise is

And my purpose is to abort this kid

Pride is a whore I divorced that bitch

Murdering niggas running through rappers like marathon

I can smell the bitter-ness in everything you’re baring on

Then they tried to tell me slow it down, cause I’m barely on

Going over niggas heads like a carry on

Carry on with the flow, that’s the insight

I can tell by your bitch, you the simp type

If a nigga wanna test, here’s the invite

A warning, warn him, you contend like

Rap niggas say trap ain’t rap, trap niggas say rap don’t pay

Simpletons wanna label what’s art

Still I represent both either way

Still it represents social decay

Honestly what’s the most you can say?

I just speak from the heart and forget about any falsehood I’m supposed to

portray

Niggas log onto their pages and lie to their friends while gassing them on

social media

They deny their vulnerable side instead of what’s real cause posing is easier

I suppose it’s a start, exposing my woes on this road I embark

Imposing my vocals on locals and ignorant moguls the same while I’m making mark