Passim Lyrics – Budreau
Singer: Budreau
Title: Passim
Prayers towards the father, lemme preface with a question though:
How come all these males boxed in try and push the envelope?
Never have y’all ran me down, must’ve skipped that episode
Taste defeat right where you stand, that sh#t is sketched in stone
To flip bricks was a duty I never witnessed
Refrain from referring to those as misfits
They grind so thеir kids can wish less
No Christmas, but I’m wrapping up the presеnt
The distant future’s where I’ve got business
Past the days of peacekeepers being so recurrent
Clash against the weak sneakers before they roam the surface
Passion crafts a believer, peep all the souls you earnin’
What lies ahead is endless, fog gates can’t withstand oval serpents
Damaged Goods has a ring to it
Crank those speakers, this the theme music
ODST OST rooted: first John to evolve with artificial intelligence since Master Chief’s unit
Cyborgs and life forms will fight wars from different time warps just so my rhymes flourish
I’ve got a whole album cooking up over that notion
Can’t compare machine made to handwoven
Seemed from the start my lyrics could touch a spirit
Who would’ve thought half a decade ago music not being part of my life would’ve delayed the growth
But I grew up with heavy metal and hard rock sh#t, yet never settled discharging rounds or chopped Bricks
Many rappers irked on how to start a topic
Budder’s brain lacks an “off” switch when writing; clueless how to stop it
Always my mind versus verses; may invest in Vercise
Versace only vanquishes vermin’s
Gucci blankets and curtains have burned a burden for the person
Mission objective: to f#ck rap hard while still preserving a virgin
Have y’all lost in my game: charted for uncharted too
COD is proof my bars are like martyrdom, y’all caught a few
Likely however they’re blowing up with zero cognizance
Detailed documents’ll lead to opulence; I’m positive. My quest to chop a rift into the rap game is like Oculus
Bottomless Pit mixed with the Grips of Death is hard to trounce. Flag half-staff to make sure it counts
This universe at the moment is flipped on it’s axis
Boutta move my vows to Texas from all the taxes
Freedom of speech equals the maxim
Enter a bank, the teller tells me to get my identity and mask it
Wearing that face plate in your car won’t protect from my tre eight
Count to ten, this extra one’ll make way
When it comes to garbage, you know what they say: we break down squares just to save space
Mayday, who are these wannabe armies?
Larping in the park is malarkey
Horned birdy h#rn# for me, what does that wh#re need?
If not some floor seats, then ferg ensues. Little allegations against humungous
Had a few crushes, hoping I could be the one they lean on
But pennies being the reason we floatin’ has me Lost
Chicks are bound to get nicked when Benjamin’s break down; waves shall obey
Finished letting the beef shine, it’s time to take that gal away
Hanging around with a nympho proves weak in my mental
I grip a pencil, in this case, my iPhone XR and stab the notepad til the time zone shifts hard
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