It's been a knock-down, drag-out, haymakers landed. Bombs planted, family explodes, but I'm still standing life. Rhythmical for pinnacles, lack of love made me lyrical, fighting for adoration from the whole damn planet life. Rocko's modern, pain-clipsing, they ain't never seen a brother like me shining, Mom reclining in a mansion life. Days regretted, not stressing, must be a blessing. Gotta be the way, God designed it, I understand it life.
Never been cooler than frieza's brother. Had dreams of selling out stadiums, platinum album covers. While retaining our soul so we understand each other. If I can shine, so can you, it's just a matter of time.
Grind and dedication moving like clockwork. From Striking Stars to Tales In The Hourglass, this might work. Back in the basement this all used to be slight work life half days. Treading water, not I'm crafting my own waves
Limitless pin the stress till it's rock bottom.
The people's champion can't sell his sole for stardom
We gon' toucht he sky keep calm,
Put your hands in the air for the spirit bomb.
And you got the whole word in her palm.
Put your hands in the sky for the spirit bomb.
Nothing will kill my people's resolve: put your hands) in the sky for the Spirit Bomb.
Forever extending this teenage romance. Beat break, spit heatwaves, make your soul dance. I ain't hit 30 open mic's at University, to be another cat giving up on the whole dream. Almost every single one they had to offer. 5 or 25 people: gotta put mic's in the coffin. What's a lion if he never stride? Groundbreaking flows like tsunami. Had to make up for lack of smashing poonanies. For lost time: it's so priceless I lost mine. Redesigned it and took my shot in the knick of time.
Looking back on my high school depression: Wish I knew I would become, a bipolar reverend.
No tabernacle, just papermates and a homily. Honestly, I don't deserve this talent, but use it properly, no modesty. I caught myself slacking: all apologies to my fans who deserve more than penny efforts and heavy sleep.
Eyes us while you still need a remedy and gracious when you give me all your energy. Sent to be vessel for change, touch the ceiling until it breaks. Raising stakes till we no longer looking at empty plates!
We gon touch the sky, keep calm.
Put your hands in the sky for the Spirit Bomb
And you got the whole world in your palm.
Put your hands in the sky for the spirit bomb
Nothing will kill my people's resolve.
Put your hands in the sky for the spirit bomb.
We gon' see it all, don't be alarmed:
Put your hands in the sky for the spirit bomb.
And at the end of it, it's belief:
In everything you do, in everything you ever wanted.
So fly. Weightless. limitless, knowing none of this is promised;
Only taken for everything you've given.
Remember, none of this was ever promised,
Truly
credits
from For Lost Time,
track released January 10, 2018
Prod. Kagwe
Arte Magnus is defining his version of Neo-Soul by blending rhythmic word-flow with both contemporary and 90s hip-hop
influences, with a hint of influence from prog metal and R&B.
He is inspiring audiences to be better friends, better lovers, better parents—better people. Music is a lifeforce. He is expressing raw emotion, finding the words to connect with listeners around the world. ...more
