01 Mind Detect Matter (Prod. by Asethic) by Magno Garcia Faces of death, I seen every one of them/ They used to ask in spite, what would become of him/ Full of scars was submerged in the matrix/ Proclaimed as the one but that news they couldn’t take it/ I met God at an odd time of opposition/ Left struggle in the past for a Godly mission/ This where I show you where the realness of my life is/ I’m expected to fail, but living off the righteous/ The cost is priceless, a new day I’m suffice with/ You don’t need the tragedy to really know what Christ is/ Get it? Now I’m spitting what is called prophetic/ And every time the shadow lives I have to go and dead it/ Magno, asethic, a force aligned with raw kinetics/ Building hope that this will workout music calisthenics/ Bam! Wanna fight with the irony/ Trail lost due to lack of strength in the fire beam/ Chorus: x2 They see the hunger’s real, this for the hard workers/ For the ones losing sleep and the bar flowers/ We out to make it using matter in the physics/ Working out our brains, put our thoughts into the business/ I let the past die/ A lot of people wanna tarnish my establishment and see me as the bad guy/ I mean in Boston people act like I aint started sparking/ Old enemies arose, exxes started talking/ Like I aint been the one who showed them how to properly write/ I’m constantly nice, you awfully hyped/ Sole proprietorship, guess I won monopoly twice/ Cus by myself I owned my enemies and exxes alike/ Uh, I tend to babble and leave em dead with a single line/ Express my freedom from such commitments, single mind/ Not the rekindle kind/ I’m not divisible in any form of way in this world, I guess I’m in my prime/ Yeah, mathematician with a strong conviction/ I survived through the darkest even beat addiction/ Up to now, I’m delivering the formula/ Form the bucks, try and elevate up to the holy one/ Chorus: x2 They see the hunger’s real, this for the hard workers/ For the ones losing sleep and the bar flowers/ We out to make it using matter in the physics/ Working out our brains, put our thoughts into the business/ I mean I couldn’t complain, I’ve been in lower spots/ And seen the colder shots fired from the older ocks/ I was raised different/ The environment I grew up in would influence others but I remained distant/ See the function of my brain, was being taught well/ This where my thoughts dwell, thinking why my shot failed/ As I rise from the dead and try to get inspired/ I remember the experience that has been acquired/ Not belittling anything that I’ve learned though/ I spit ether, that stuff that make you burn slow/ Illmatic dreams not too far along from it/ Known to give people their high, audio pharmacist/ So when the last days arise and I see them near/ The souls will thrive from the vibes as you face your fears/ Trynna find what we invented from the spark/ Only God can make that renovation in the heart, let it start/ Chorus: x2 They see the hunger’s real, this for the hard workers/ For the ones losing sleep and the bar flowers/ We out to make it using matter in the physics/ Working out our brains, put our thoughts into the business/
