Yea
Yo, it's Bum Cizzy


Yea I'm leavin' my mark, so hold on tight as I embark.
Screw loose ends, time to depart swift as an arc, pushin' off in the water,
Hotter then Sauder, on the mic layin' my flow like it's a carpet

Tellin' ya'll the tale of how this %#@! all started.
I remember i'wz grey day, I was chilling in the lunchroom wit my dude AJ.
We was both tradin' lyrical melee in the rap battle wit some fools in eighth grade.

We had shocked almost the whole cafeteria, I was spitten slick, my %#@! was sick as bacteria, that dude's rhymes weren't anywhere near me bruh.
In the end I left that punk feelin' inferior.
After we dropped that last rhyme it was History time.

I met me a Spanish dime wit a locker right next to mine.
I'm glad I had to go and grab my three ring bind.
She asked me why I'z so nice, 'That's how I unwind',

That's how I replied, or at least I tried,
But at the moment somethin' else was on my mind
The prior day my pops told me that we bounce in nine.


Chorus:


For the time I had said good bye Nap.
But this right here is not my good-bye track.
And although I know I'm gone for now

I promised myself one day I'll be back.
Cuz that's too much for emotional scars,
I would just be gettin' caught up in tar.

They said, You gotta stay true to who you are.
I said, No doubt, that's why I drop these bars.


I fill the composition wit that %#@! I'm spittin', dope ish I'm kickin',
So pull yourself a chair up and listen.
I told him, 'That's takin' risk like to hang glide.'

G is wise, replied, 'You can't do %#@! wit your hands tied.
Or for that fact wit your brain fried.' Cuz I always keep a sac on my flank side
And I try to abide by the rules of life, I'm just tryna leave ya'll moved

By the beats I ride cuz' this is my soliloquy.
At least listen to the track first before you say that you wasn't feelin' me.
Of course no force, I'll let you do it willingly, just don't open your mouth

Before you peep, I been climbin' a mountain, droppin' steady rhymes like a fountain, far along the other ways when I stopped countin'.
Blessed by a nightmare and cursed by a dream, but its real life I can't
Just wake up to bounce the scene.

And I can't tell you how many people have told me I get in the way of myself.
But while I'm here now I'ma stack my wealth, and when I'm gone, then
All ya'll can split up whats left, if somethin' remains, cuz to much is

Never enough, especially if you're a burn head tryna keep blunts to puff.
I ride wit that Sour, Mango Haze, and some Purple
Passin' out tapes down in Monument Circle.


Chorus:


For the time I had said good bye Nap.
But this right here is not my good-bye track.
And although I know I'm gone for now

I promised myself one day I'll be back.
Cuz that's too much for emotional scars,
I would just be gettin' caught up in tar.

They said, You gotta stay true to who you are.
I said, No doubt, that's why I drop these bars.


But I keep my pace up,
Got my Nikes laced up
While I'm rollin' papes up

Tryna get my cake up. (break it down)
And through that blood red in my eyes,
When I see Victory raise her torch up sky high

It gives me some hope, a wee bit more than smoke
That I can do more in this life than slide by.
Cuz' I'm the only one to save myself from disaster,

Not tryna get stuck like some plaster.
If I don't make it then my ghost'll come back and rap 'bout it
And while I'm on the mic I'll give a shout out to Jasper.


Chorus:


For the time I had said good bye Nap.
But this right here is not my good-bye track.
And although I know I'm gone for now
I promised myself one day I'll be back.
Cuz that's too much for emotional scars,

I would just be gettin' caught up in tar.
They said, You gotta stay true to who you are.
I said, No doubt, that's why I drop these bars.

It's Bum Cizzy on the microphone.

It's dope.
And I'm too groovy to be around dudes who ain't groovy.
Ain't nobody groovy as me.
No doubt I'll spit dope main, just gimme a beat
As you vibe-ing to these bars dropped