Lyrics Take a Moment - Peebs The Prophet

Take a Moment

I take a moment to think then I continue on
They say no one can really understand you 'til you’re gone
But how could they be positive, the only thing we got in common is
The rhymin but in time I’ll show you what a prophet is
I’m walking through the streets at midnight, rolled L’s looking like pinstripes
As I pronounce lyrical insights
And stretch your kid across the map, stand behind my lines like a quarterback
Never make a living off distorted fact
Recording tracks at how I translate to my fan base
So they can understand and see my mental landscape
They think they know a man’s face
No surprise cuz they look you in their eyes but they judge you by your handshake
Welcome to the times of the brand name
Where they fertilize you with lies it’s gonna burn when I fan flames
I get depressed thinking things can’t change
I guess I could be wrong but I think it’s real strange
How we fetishize the fame make me shiver like touching cold metal on a chain
To sensuous facts, some cats in the game barely have a tenuous grasp
Saying they’re the best but where the fuck’s the evidence at?
When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin
Quick to judge me, for real check it
Born alone die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin
Quick to judge me, for real check it
The mics my religion, the system is the devil’s lasso
Yo, I take a moment to breath and then I inhale
Chem trails follow my flight, flyer than Denzel
I take a minute to chill and then I work more
It’s worth more when you know exactly what you work for
I take a second to consider the fact
I keep consistently shitting on these niggas that rap
Put my city on my back and my back at the wind
Then put it on the back burner, back at it again
Took a bit of a sabbatical, traveled another avenue
And ended up, back in the trap I never traffic through
Only take a second in the blood to get adapted to
But fuck with the dominion in Virginia it’s a wrap for you
Really want power I can tell you about
How you were either that nigga or you just Dwight Howard
You really that nice or you sniffin white powder
My brother kept tellin me I’m breakin the mics
I ain’t really sayin nothin maybe savin a life
And Awon keep telling me I’m takin it light
I’m too nice when I spit it I should say it with spite
They both right and I gotta take a minute to admit that
To proceed politely to push in a niggas shit back
Flow conversation on delivery is gift wrap
Victimize the first nigga to spit a diss track
Yo grandmama gave you that chain, get yo shit back
When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin
Quick to judge me, for real check it
Born alone die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin
Quick to judge me, for real check it
The mics my religion, the system is the devil’s lasso