Lyrics Crumbs in Every Bag - Epic Beard Men, Sage Francis, B. Dolan

Crumbs in Every Bag

Yo, I’m gonna ride this beat
Straight to beat street
Let’s do it
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Friends: how many of us watched it?
Epic Beard Men was on our Joey and Ross shit
Soon as the needle dropped the whole party said ‘Aw, shit'
And turned the kitchen to a mosh pit
The hock & spit will kill a hostage to send a message!
Raw shit!
You get rewarded for your investment!
Law giver!
Yeah the songs written with protection!
Hard hitting
Been giving kids they lessons in independence
The twin professors wrecking your shop!
We look alike
We get it a lot
He’s sort of a Kirk
He’s more of a spock
There is no good cop
The city’s on lock
No ease up
No chill (chill)
No mood stabilizer no sleeping pill (ill)
Nah no white rappers with a grill looking awkward also
Sit em next to Kendall Jenner with them awesome cornrows
Don’t watch award shows
Strictly writin' raps with the door closed
Using the high hats to send a message in Morse Code…
Dag
There’s crumbs in every bag!
Crumbs
Crumbs
Crumbs
There’s crumbs in every bag
The greedy want the crumbs too living so comfortably numb
The seeds and the stems, comfortably dumb
Typing with no opposable thumbs
Their brains not even grown up enough to process the wordplay
Get high, have fun, how dare they
Beware my, terrifying, skill display
Fill the frame from margin to margin
With a novel antic witty writing from left to right with a quill in my grip
The puppy’s head tilt
What is this I see?
It’s the artifact
Nowadays they be try hard to get stared at when all we had to was just be in
the room to get glared at
With that test no longer existing
These kids they go fishing, their soul is the bait
The poetry’s missing, I feel like I’m late
But the party never invited me, so I’m great
Status quo but that is broke forever braids
But the machine is broken, so we climb the cage
Won’t let sour milk, define my age
I like to mumble and freestyle and get mega paid
But I respect the process and not the game
I medusa play
Want my cake and eat it too
It takes two to tang-OH man you need a shrink
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Crumbs
There’s crumbs in every bag
There’s giants in our midst with walnuts for brains
On some futuristic Kama Sutra shit
We’re all fucked the same
I got too much to lose and not much to gain
But on a dare I’ll say poo to your career, frame by frame
See, this is where his walnut got cracked for talkin' smack
Got splattered all on his wifey’s lap and pillbox hat
The kid pops back
But we’re from (chill)
There’s a sniper in the hills pickin' off crumbs with spearguns
I like guns more than control but I like gun control
I don’t need a background check to grab your neck and pluck your soul (Behold!)
This ghostly figure whose host was quicker to roast a kid instead of showing
support like post a sticker
(The up-and-comer came to get down!)
They wouldn’t let ‘im shine
They threw shade on a sage, and now?
There’s a dumpster fire fueled by umps at a empire
They expected us to use our last breath to pump their tires
Shoulda checked the pressure gauge (You woulda been amazed!)
On the seventh day?
(You rested)
I was center stage (Etta James!)
They signed my yearbook like, ‘Never change'
Bitch, if I ain’t different the next time you see me set me ablaze
So I can go out smoking… and firing
Fuse my ashes into the nastiest and bloodiest of diamonds
Proposed to my ex (Tell her sorry for the ghosting)
I was a writer on the firestorm (and that wasn’t my final form!)
Right or wrong, if you succumb to every fad you should get dragged
There’s crumbs in every bag
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There’s crumbs in every bag
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There’s crumbs in every bag
There’s crumbs in every bag
There’s crumbs in every bag
There’s crumbs in every bag
Crumbs
There’s crumbs in every bag