Lyrics Get Mine II - Rav

Get Mine II

I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (That's right, I gotta get mine)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
(Don't stop 'til I get my headtrip, won’t let it on your mind)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
And so I get mine
Won’t stop 'til I get mine
I gotta get mine
Pull the chords from out the back of my neck
Screaming, «Fuck the system!»
This is for the worthless thugs and nerds with drug addictions
The ones doomed to perish early in their double digits
Dubbed as different by your families full of crumpled bridges
But you are not unwanted or incompetent
That much is common sense, understand your consequence
You don’t have to function in society so ominous
You are not a failure if you fail to meet their confidence
R-av bringing it back, man, I had to do it
Back with an attitude of happy mixed with bad influence
Yeah, 4 years passed and I’ve mastered music
Well, enough to make you crush a can or snap a toothpick
Friends pulled through, and fakes got exposed
Upwards kick finna break ya neck and make it explode
Uh, catch them breaking out their death notes
Naming every EXO member ever, but we’ll never let go
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (That's right, I gotta get mine)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
(Don't stop 'til I get my headtrip, won’t let it on your mind)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
And so I get mine
Won’t stop 'til I get mine
I gotta get mine
Look, they say I think too much, but they ain’t thinking enough
I’ve come across water way thicker than blood
You’ll never catch me drinking it up
Or spitting it out, 'cause I ain’t giving shit up
We’re all clumps of stardust stuck together and we wanna shine
That’s why some are petrified of running out of time
And I’m running out of mind, running out of line
Pungent by design, funky with the rhyme, uh
See, people praying for a bright exit at the end
Well I’m just trying to enjoy the tunnel that we’re in
Steady searching for something within
Why we judging qualities in others with this underlying envy in our skin?
Damn
Hold up, am I preaching again?
Am I being too naive, am I reaching again?
Should I joke about it and show how facetious I am?
And cease these thoughts from breaching my frame
And bleaching my brain, uh
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (That's right, I gotta get mine)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
(Don't stop 'til I get my headtrip, won’t let it on your mind)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
And so I get mine
Won’t stop 'til I get mine
I gotta get mine
I guess to get it, I’d have to define what «it» is
If I happened to find a pattern
Or path to defy these physics
I’d live it, in time be different
Y’all pivot, I climb dimensions
The positions of my decisions
These rhymes will define existence
Gotta get the vacuum in this motel
Out in space is all we know till
Their complacent, lost your face
I thought, «This place is my new home»
I’ve made my calling, I’ve been smoking
Melancholy been scheming open
Something is tryna get me, I be grinning, leave 'em broken
Broken artists, selfish artists
Sold their stars to growing darkness
All those wrapped up in the evils of the time
Their souls are tarnished
That’s been turned into a target
Push society to the margin
Being a masterpiece the only way to get the hardest
Is it worth it?
Will I spend my time here searching for something certain?
To defend some type of purpose
Looking for the needle in this stack behind the curtains
Got no money, that’s a purchase, what a church is
I gotta get mine
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (That's right, I gotta get mine)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
(Don't stop 'til I get my headtrip, won’t let it on your mind)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
And so I get mine
Won’t stop 'til I get mine
I gotta get mine
Getting mine on this Sesame Street beat
For the second time, in fact, the third time will be easy
I don’t quit, I’m like her body
I belt rhymes like karate from the diaphragm
Straight to the audience
It’s dark in here inside of this Klonopin
Bottled drugs seem to be the only thing I’m honoring
The struggle gets exhausting, shit
I try to be positive, but negative charges cost a bit
Confidence is like a conduit on the road to infinite accomplishment
I simply can’t commit
At least I’m honest, it is not no accident that I’ve been gone from this
Reached the point of no return, and now I’m trying to ponder it
I wonder if there’s more to life than obvious
If hip hop was a food, I’d be a condiment
And I want my shit to have a certain flavor
If hip hop was Russia, I’d be a communist
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (That's right, I gotta get mine)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
(Don't stop 'til I get my headtrip, won’t let it on your mind)
I gotta get mine
Yeah, I gotta get mine (Yeah, I gotta get mine)
And so I get mine
Won’t stop 'til I get mine
I gotta get mine
You’ve heard of umisen-yamasen, right?
It’s the idea that if a snake lives 1, 000 years in the sea and then 1,
000 years in the mountains, it will become a dragon