Typhoon - Future prospect

The storm is coming so grab ya children and
Strap ya kid with headphones so they can listen
To history in the making I made it
To the top of the mountain with a
Cape on because hip-hop seemed like it needed some saving
Sick of picking up the scraps like a raven
Always on top of my game no matter the circumstances
My entire life always been a fighter best believe it I won't quit
Often see my competition dispersing like osmosis
Finding cover behind a doughnut cos they
Can’t completely stop me from poking
At ya soul constantly fiending for adderall
Can’t sleep knowing in the morning their career will be gone
Like shit down the john got no nowhere to run so you only perform to ya mom
What's up Typhoon in ya ear with another car bop got you jumping out of ya socks
Tryna get seen by the industry so I robbed ya eye sockets less complex than the amish
Nice to meet ya I’m hip-hop's future prospect
Probably find me jumping around up in random mosh pits
People say that I lost it coming in like a comet
The dead turning in their graves when I spit
Nice to meet ya I’m hip-hop's future prospect
Probably find me jumping around up in random mosh pits
People say that I lost it coming in like a comet
The dead turning in their graves when I spit
My musical journey hasn’t always been within the rapping
Started with finding out what I care for or passionate in
At first I wasn’t sure what it meant to me but I was soon to see
There’s nothing more important than conveying your message lyrically
Like a fat kid going to McDonald's understand I love it
It's amazing seeing artists giving their all even showing progression after failing
The highs are outstanding but the lows are never ending just tryna fit in where I get in
Always gave it my all in baseball never accepted
Fist to the chest cos at the end of the day it’s about friendship
It’s precious cherish it you never know when it’ll go to shit
Don’t mess with it its delicate yeah a huge bummer when one dispute
Turns your close friend to someone you knew not knowing the other truth
It’s confusing so I try to think through my music
Who is there to talk to this struggle everyone's been through
Nice to meet ya I’m hip-hop's future prospect
Probably find me jumping around up in random mosh pits
People say that I lost it coming in like a comet
The dead turning in their graves when I spit
Nice to meet ya I’m hip-hop's future prospect
Probably find me jumping around up in random mosh pits
People say that I lost it coming in like a comet
The dead turning in their graves when I spit

Writers: Tyler Gale

Lyrics © DistroKid

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