"Step Inside"

Chorus:
Step into my mind, help you realize
What's been inside this whole time
Step into my mind, help you realize
You need shadows in order to shine
Step into my mind, help you realize
That the truth is often a crime
Step into my mind, help you realize
That real shit is not hard to find

Verse 1:
I don't need luck, all I got is skill
Don't leave nothin to chance, and I just keep it real
Hating on the fake shit like fake hits, fake egos and fake bliss
Swellin' up your pride like fake colligen in fake lips
So take this
Blitzkrieg on ya bitch
Once I figured out My realist tune, I've finally found my pitch
If I was in the matrix then I'd be the main glitch
Not 'cause it happened before, Deja vu
But 'cause I kept it 100 since elementary school
Writing poetry to my 6th grade crush
To writing about a random chick I fucked after lunch
And it's all real
Real ill, true story
So outta the box that I'm in my own category
That's how the NoLuck lore be
Explained
180 degree change but still keepin' it strange
It's just my normal ways

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Verse 2:
Enjoying the freedom of being polyamorous
It's glamorous, sometimes the best things in life are anonymous
You starting to love my style, so you know I'm not bad at this
88 was the year that my life was discovered
Grew up between a rock and a hard place, never was I smothered
No sugar, no spice, nothing that was really nice
But now I get to share my two cents, no expensive price
Bringing to your stereo, music so affordable, that you'll blast it all the time like it's been something normal
So loosen up for a bit, don't be so damn formal
I made this shit myself like I'm cookin' a digornio
So let your hair down, girl. Homie, make your tie loose
I be chillin' in whiskey town,
fuck the Greygoose
So pour it up for me
The way you look tonight is so lovely
Take my arm, take this journey with me
I can make you smile for what feels like an eternity
Could you please, give me your undivided attention
Listen when ya still at school, serving up a detention
or rollin' down the block with the fucked up suspension
I know how to rock the mic, there is no guessin'
I go rock hard on the beat like rock climbing ascension
Call me super dope emcee with an ill producer session
Whether on the mic or MPC, the world is who I'm blessin
Noluck is the man that will relieve all ya tension

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