Audio Mic: [Get Away] Neek ft. Nigma

Heard what you said but I got something to say

What first was a blessing has succumb to decay

It serves its intentions, purges the blemish

Words and the venom that I’d dump on the page

Merging my thoughts. Left in a trance

Murdering y’all cause I kept to the plan

Curing my flaws till I’m perfect and calming the thirst and the call for the death of a man

I’m sure of it. Lessons are grand

Purpose is to step to the stands

Name gets called to the stage I walk for days in the fog and a desert of sand

I’ll change direction or gain depression with days of correcting the math

Cause fame is a vessel for cancer, if it’s your aim then you left with the facts

Pain that it causes, blend into black-

Embracing the gothic, ascending the graph

Draining the constant intent for a dance-

Trade is obnoxious, bending my stats

They’ll say it’s my time like a record advance

And I’ll say bye bye with a weapon in hand

And then I’m gone

But they know that I’ll come back..

I’m in my zone when I run laps

But it feels like I’m frozen on one track

Everybodys bored when theres no one to run past

One gun blast and I’m stuck in the race

Now every touch of the page is a punch to the face

Not run-nin with scissors but I’ll cut to the chase

And fact is, and I think I’m done with the game

I’ve come with flames and erupted my name

Now I’m patiently waiting for someone to say