Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Lee Boulware
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ahead of my time, imma last light years
Young King like David fighting all fears
When I got a mic it's like I got a sword
Double edge when I speak
Pushing forward
Da revolution, starting in the mind
Realer than you think this songs for mankind
Spreadin love, our super power
Knowledge is key, what's mine is ours
My life is moving fast only 23
Steppin' w/ purpose is how it's gotta be
Lettin' loose on tracks it saves me
From mind wars mental feelin' hazy
We ain't booked for the tours yet
Still i'm grindin' tryna get on the Forbes list
Need to get my mom a house
And my pops a coupe
Bless em for they works cuz they seed is the proof
Raised right in dark times for brighter days
Inner light be shining have em all amazed
The glow it's been seen before
Last rapper this raw last name was Shakur (RIP To The Don)
Renovated now we on Level 10
From here on out
They paying close attention
How he moves, how he speaks
Wrapped together like lyrics inna beat
Horsepower on my tracks like Ferrari
Not playing games, lotta rappers sorry
Flow, Bars, and I gotta message,
Don't got love it, but damn sho respect it
No second guessing, time is of the essence
Only 18 when I felt that realer presence
Human lives coincide the spiritual
Only after you pass is when they hearing you
Ahead of time, imma last light years
Young King like David fighting all fears
When I got a mic it's like I got a sword
Double edge when I speak, pushing forward
Da revolution, starting in the mind
Realer than you think this songs for mankind
Spreadin love, our super power
Knowledge is key, what's mine is ours
A new flow, from the old school
Put together's KvnLee
Had a dream when I spoke
Eeverything it came to be
Spittin' on tracks like, CPR
Giving life, to everything I record
Walking through doors with my chin up
Pushin' dope vibes like working for Spinnup
Catching all eyes, figure how is that
Real ones attract all across the map
When you're real
Don't gotta deal with fakeness
Like a Butcher it's chopped out and wasted
Cutting out bull(bleep) causes less stress
But the truth's aloof n spoken far less
Mesmerized by the art, of choosing words
The mastery when done right
Can change the world
Plant the seeds of truth, laced in my tracks
I'm A-Head of My Time, just remember that
Writer(s): Kevin Boulware, Vincent Gray
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