been grinding hard like teeth priming star striped beats
rhymin bars quite unique so my par is like 3
so far pissin you off like Bill Mahers speech
cuz most of these stars is weak claim real large feats
its time to move forward, align and motivate
just a sign of the rhymes as my lines go to tape
my mind stays blind the spine holds the weight
inclined to know the fate combined and throw the bait
and try to work the angles over banner star spangled
in line to supersize but my eyes got tangled
in webs Its said that the sky’s my turntable
instead i practice with a pad and a pen
cuz steps lead to movement, movement leads to change
estranged from improvement provin it’s a game
your losin never in tune with the arranged
an amusing endeavor choosing severed veins
you better move on, steady standin my ground, you better move on
move on move on movin, well I aint movin, steady standin my ground, you better move on
and so i'm movin, well i aint movin, i'm trying to move on
i’m servin em up
like cheap whiskey
in a dive bar
watch the sky fall
were dreams grow wings and fly away
or simply wither and die from the poisoning
this aint no hustler’s dream
aint no chrys poppin an if you bring your wrist watch in
you leavin a little lighter in the loafers
no prayin to jehova
i come from the land
of alchohalics and late rent checks man
gutter politics
we shave the truth to fit your preconceived
notion
we serve it up like potion
at seven nine and ten
so of a man that never spared the rod
professed his faith in god and lost his fucking mind
he doomed his only son
to a life of rhyme
so i turn up the vibe
a grown man now standing there with my shoulder’s squared,
barely feeding my clan feeling desperation stand
(chorus)
i'm workin hustlin work when its bubblin
it’s a purse in the consumption mother earths herbal assumptions
i'm searchin for somethin perks in the percussion
in words for what its worth insighting birth on earth for nothing
my bourbon Production a curse and seduction
a formal hearse planned function with come to terms ham luncheon
why serve em? Its custom dispursed into dust
in the first introduction when my nerves purge gumption
im earnin my bucks in vergin on construction
deterring all obstruction from enduring small munchkins
lie wording ya busted perturbing halls erupted
disturbing all that’s subject to the art with artists love met
try turning your musket towards the orange sunset
for awards that’s whore unless the stores can endure gunless
Eyes burnin what he touches reverbin the line on crutches
determined to rhyme and cut this like Bird at the line in clutches
(Chorus)
diodic episodic
rough ride
stepping for a new dawn
how run to do or die
bottom rung be holdin on
workin aint surviving, its just dying slow
swim against the current
but we caught up in the undertow
drowning in compounded interest
bills aint never paid barely alive
yet still I step to this
rhythm that never quits
heated I cant forget that i
feedin focal family
flying out the fucking south side
we be complete neo tribalist
city junglist
understand
on the down beat of this
concrete wilderness
naturally dangerous
openly heartless
center city soulless
break beat sustain us
with nothing to lose
motivated troop moves -
man we feelin the sound come and check the bruise