Pre‐Occupied Songtext
von Jon Bellion feat. Blaque Keyz

Wu-Tang raised me
Death Cab changed me
You should go and ask Rihanna if the pen game′s crazy
My artistry is everything, that's my baby
But when it comes to publishing it′s fuck you, pay me
Don't be mad, 'cause the records that you cut sound lazy
And everything I′m cooking sounding nuts like rabies
I hate rappers, please don′t call me
Give me urinal suggestions like, please don't stall me
Don′t play for me, I'll be yawning
How I′m doing pop melodies and you sound corny
Now everybody tryna hang around like awnings
Me and my people linkin' in the park like crawling
Things seem Rocky, Drago, Ivan
No cash, broke bad, so damn Heisen
Berg, check the chemistry I found this hybrid
It′s Dilla in the pocket, but its so Paul Simon
It took a little while for your mind to find it
But once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn't it?


Isn′t it? Isn′t it?
Isn't it? Isn′t it?
It took a little while for your mind to find it
But once you saw the genius, it's intimidating, isn′t it?
Isn't it? Isn′t it?

They told me that my attention span aligns
Somewhat with a child or a fly
They didn't understand that I saw signs
Hearing things, but now they realize
That the woman that I prayed for became my wife
And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
I figured out there's money in my mind
I′m glad I lived my life pre-occupied

You need to get that bag out my face (out my face)
God made me a full blown genius, what the fuck I need coke for? (Coke for?)
You need to get that bag out my face (out my face)
God made me a full blown genius, what the fuck I need coke for?


Outkast raised me, Lupe changed me
Now, I do things with words to make you lames praise me
Whether Liu Kang or Luke James or Usain, maybe
Feelin′ flyer than a jet son, I'm oh so Spacely
Now everybody clueless, how the flow so crazy?
Got me dashin′ with an actress, lookin' oh so Stacey
I hate rappers and I really mean it
Tryna ball with the kid′ll get you sunned like Phoenix
Rather ball you up, feather and tarred
Until your harder than sparring with Mayweather with leather Spaldings
This is my calling, so I answer it with bars, but not for service
It's for hurting any person verses me
I′ve been rhyming since nurseries
Third degree burns, emerge from the furnace, get close to me
While I'm roasting one of these pigs, my flow is rotisserie
It's a pity that all these hoes slippin′ out of their hosiery
Won′t get a hold of me, I slip through their fingers like rosaries
Been waiting for you to find it
So I leave it where it's supposed to be
′Cause once you see the genius, it's intimidating, isn′t it?

Isn't it? Isn′t it?
Took a little while for your mind to find it
But once you see the genius its intimidating, isn't it?
Isn't it? Isn′t it?

They told me that my attention span aligns
Somewhat with a child or a fly
They didn′t understand that I saw signs
Hearing things, but now they realize
That the woman that I prayed for became my wife
And dreams that I wrote down, they came to life
I figured out there's money in my mind
I′m glad I lived my life pre-occupied

You need to get that bag out my face (out my face)
God made me a full blown genius
What the fuck I need coke for? (Coke for?)
You need to get that bag out my face (out my face)
God made me a full blown genius, what the fuck I

Beautiful mind