Lyrical Hooligans

By Young Drastic

On The Terminal

Released on April 5, 2014

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Verse 1

I’m tactful

When I spit tobasco

Like its one of lupe’s fiascos

This is a whole new

Indigo plateau

A dream catcher

Can’t catch these

With hands full

I’m wise from unknowns

With this one dumb flow

Like a gun

Unload

Ammunition that I’ve written

Beats in chokeholds

I’m not kidding

This rugged boy,senseless

Nature cented

Looking for his own

Wonder who the hell sent him

Is he devil spawn

Or is he a work of god

Is he in between scenes

Trying to work it off

In the land of the lost

Hook

Its our own rules

Its what we decide

Thinking on your own

That’s how you survive

Gotta hold my tongue

Then I’d rather die

Fuck what you say

We’re running our lives

Nigga this art

Sets us apart

The dark from the light

The light from the dark

The ones that are dull

The one’s with the spark

You know its real art when its all from the heart

Verse 2:

All I do is hang with heathens

Tripping off the bits

With my young nigga steven

Life is a gem

I still try to believe in

Try to live life

So nobody’s greiven

Talking bout life

While niggas off in the herb

Thats all niggas do when

They’re stuck in the burbs

I give them a tune

They can live through a verse

Try to sail out

Even if they’re the worst

Came from the terminal

Walking through the streets

Traded shit up

Now I let out the heat

Lost in the mix

Always been descreat

Is this what I want

Is this what I seek

I don’t really know

Cause a nigga’s still wishing

That his shit matters

When this nigga is finished

Does it sound like I’m bitching

Sorry yo just listen.hear what your missing

Verse 3 (Qaewin):