Issue No 192 Days Before Searching Sylvan Lyrics


Days Before Searching Sylvan by Issue No. 192

(Intro)
Yeah, just wanna talk my shit
Just a lil bit
Pardon my honesty, hahaha

(Verse)
Huh, last night I had an epiphany
Or maybe Dow Jones' advice was startin' to click to me
Like why wait to be great, just capture it instantly!
Too excited to notice the dreams he was tryna give to me (yeah)
Timin' is errything, don't act like I ain't try to tell ya
Don't get caught up in the future man this shit'd kill ya
This is too familiar!
It's like a family reunion of feelins I tho I'd buried back when this shit was realer
When I was jacking fo beats in 09
Back when Shake was posting tapes like I ain't needed more time
Popping lines like I don't need a co-sign, shit

Like I could be Cole, without Jay
All I need is more rhymes, well
Fuck being back where I tho I started
Mix of progression it took and a couple lessons
One, let this shit happen how it's supposed to happen
Two, think about yo choices befo ya make action
Ya got shit ya wanna say, spill it thru the rapping
Keep yo friends close and yo enemies far from the cabbage
I ain't lying (neva lie!)
Started with some niggas who got it befo me
Shitted on me, now I guess it's apart of the story
Tables turn, bridges burn, ya live and learn
That's word to Aubrey, I stood away from the parties
Kept my head above the waters, the sharks smelled blood
Only God I trust, guess it means I got to go harder
I'm feeling like Drizzy befo The Comeback
Kendrick befo the dedicated verses, nigga run that
Wiz befo the Flight School, Cole befo the Warm Up
This is merely precaution, don't frown like I neva warned ya
Please, don't talk to me about who got next
If that ain't me, that's disrespect
And now I'll take it to heart
Start some shit that ya ain't set out to start
Just know yo role and play yo part
Why ya talking reckless?
Guess that chip on his shoulder is fuckin' him up a bit
He's more aggressive like ya don't know who to trust and shit
I'm just channelling energy for the fuck of it
Rap is my ventilation, got a prolem?
Y'all can suck a dick!
Shouts to my homies that's only rocking Timbs'
All black errything, I learned that from my nigga Sid
He told me watch fo these clowns, know they luv to pretend
Lord knows, Lord knows I been at it, I feel a void, let me fill the void
So many rappers around I'm shocked that are still employed
Searching Sylvan fo the children, hope ya listen and feel the pain that I felt and get inspired to instill enjoy
Ya can do it boy, believe me, I swear to Jesus I been thru it, boy
Honestly I'm already plotting my debut
The game need change, and y'all can keep praising what's his name
Enjoy it while ya can, I believe in myself
Fuck is this?
Ya deceiving yoself?
Erry night I used to think to myself
I was meant to be the greatest of my generation
And my generation's, generation's generation
This is fo 'em late nights in Rashad's basement
Makin' 7 tracks a night, all I needed was patience
Searchin' Sylvan is a story to relate to
The next one I show the world what I'm made of
Yeah

(Outro)
No time fo the fuck shit!
Fuck around, nigga run this!
No time fo the fuck shit!

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