| This is it, I admit, for so long, I’ve resisted
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| To think that I’ve gotten this vicious with songs that’s I’ve written
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| Laughing at scars as I count the amount that there are
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| Like it’s none of your business
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| All that you have isn’t bad when it’s pushed to max
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| And I’m asking for more when you’re spent and collapse
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| It’s Frame, switching lanes like I’m ditching my car
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| Throwing you out of your own set of doors
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| I’ve made it, longer than favorites of yours
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| I don’t run the museum, but I’ve taken the tour
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| Deal with for real, you are wasting your skills
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| As a person for cursing my name on a hill
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| ‘Till your back is broken in pieces
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| Someone will fill the position your reaching
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| Fight to the end, you’ll be praising the sun
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| Like the people who know where we sampled this from
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| Grabbing my nuts isn’t easy with both hands
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| I’m holding two boulders as close as a slow jam
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| Might get a kick out of hearing that line
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| So do I, but I laugh, cause it hurts all the time
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| Going forward, the awkward moment is over
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| If nobody told you we got more exposure
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| Words that I’ve wrote spilling out like they’ve had it
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| I’m at it beyond that I think that I’m rapping
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| I’m for the chosen few who know the rules of show and prove
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| Who care to hold the truth, anywhere the flow is used
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| You’re my neighbor, it’s nothing but, flavor
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| The drum’s, they can change my behavior, it’s major!
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| I’d carry a friend like a soldier to safety
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| In through the storm like the one that we’re making
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| Check where I’m from, what I’ve did, and I’m doing
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| Of how many years that I’ve spent writing music
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| Over-prepared for the chair and the volts that it shares
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| ‘Till I stare into space everywhere
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| I’ll force you to upgrade, words on the pavement
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| To say something more then you’re not entertaining
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| This all remains, what I’ve wanted long since
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| I heard emcees before me utilizing content
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| You hear me knocking as if heaven’s door is closed
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| And I didn’t plant the right seeds for necessary growth
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| I’m aggressive with the flow so you can find the event
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| Bring little jokes, I consider that a minor offense
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| Eye’s closed with your head down, rock to the beat
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| While you’re looking both ways, as if crossing the street
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| There’s no need to ask of how fat this track is
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| You’re full of only time that can’t go backwards
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| I’m living my life like I know what it’s meant for!
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| Everything else is teaching me like a mentor
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| And being honest doesn’t keep you from the slaughter
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| It’s time you burn while I drink a glass a water
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| Instead buying more things that you can’t afford
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| You need to dust off that cardboard mat of yours
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| I break them off with the microphone my hand is on
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| As if I’m swinging from the chandeliers like they’re handle bars
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| I’m from another avenue, it’s only natural that my mentality
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| Is shatterproof with the right attitude!
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| Framework, I’m who they try to forget
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| Going overboard like your feet were dry in cement
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| And I’m probably on the shallow end for calling this deep thought
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| But things have chewed me up inside. |
| I’ve needed to eat smart
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| You’re camouflaged, blending in with the Amazon
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| While I’m jumping in a pool of sharks yelling cannonball!
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| Don’t be surprised, if I’m not as upset
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| Watching grown men crying over piles of debt
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| No longer waiting, for your chaos behavior
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| To out weigh my own thoughts of communication, cause…
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| Isn’t it all quite a spectacle, to make the impossible, possible?
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| I’m after your jaws on the floor, when it happens
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| Shrugging it off like I heard people clapping
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| This is as happy I get when I’m asking
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| If you can turn words, into strength, into passion
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| What more could you want from a day out of breath?
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| Recording a song till your dripping with sweat
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| I’m absurd every word in a verse is determined
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| To learn how you work like you’re closing my curtain
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| Whether you dance or you stand and watch
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| Even though I never ran the block I damage spots
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| I’m way past creating to feel like I’m naked;
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| Exposing myself and not sure what I’m thinking
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| Made the wrong choices, so many of times
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| Yet don’t think that I’m bad boy, ready to die
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| And I’ve made up my mind if I’m taking a fall
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| Growth is what comes from the pain of it all
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| Enough of the wasted doubting;
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| If you suffer, then suffer proudly!
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| Enough of the wasted doubting;
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| If you suffer, then suffer proudly! |