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As We Crumble (w/ Maverick & LionCub)
- //Intro KO Doomzday//
- Yeah! I want y'all to get up!
- As we conclude to the trip into my mind!
- As we crumble to the conditions of the times
- As we crumble, the realest ones alive
- //Verse 1 KO Doomzday//
- I woke up and noticed everyday was a dream
- To hard pillows to tall willows standing, payin' the scheme
- I didn't think much, I wasn't enough to link, thus
- I went afar ways, the far days away to the dark age
- Dream cycle residue, REM paralysis and we strive and best I'll do
- Is "are we gettin' back at this" and not do much but lose 'cause
- I'm making a fool, of myself, I better go down the spiral and die
- Until I hide in my stride just to get incited by pride
- I was a lion alive until I saw with my other eye
- I was bein' manipulated by the chatoyant and rather vindictive
- I was seein' a little slated and got flamboyant and made me a victim
- I didn't look down enough to even remember how I went crazy just dissin'
- Start runnin' my mouth and something just now, that I know nothin' about
- My luck just ran out and I'll be doin' time if I do it again, losin' dyin', make music again
- Lose all your friends, and start to try to get 'em back, but it's
- Hard to try to stay on a buckin' animal like who set the tracks, and this
- Is exactly what happened when when you happy, quit rappin'
- And everybody point the finger when your feelings isn't televised
- Hard to learn the truth when you yourself isn't mesmerized
- Until then, just make sure all your consciousness is memorized
- //Chorus//
- As we conclude to the trip into my mind!
- As we crumble to the conditions of the times
- As we crumble, the realest ones alive
- I strive, until I never had enough time
- //Verse 2 Maverick//
- How am I not supposed to be pissed, it takes a lot for me to be like "Whoa what is this?"
- 'Til I saw a post with a message that'd foment unrest, how it spoke of disgust
- I froze if misread, like maybe it's a social experiment with John Quiñones on set
- Like he'll pop out, reward me a check, 'cause I called out someone's morals, defendin'
- Minorities, said only folks with the flesh of ghosts, don't cause a mess
- 'Round, town homes and the recs., how you sound like I spoke when I's 10
- That low brow with edge; same profiling foreigner phobes cloak with in jest
- To sow disrespect that old, approaching one's 60's with a Jim Crow level wish
- Broke our home as he left, still that boy and the bitch coinin' stories they miss
- Never phoned us to check up, makin' our bond close and enriched was his poorest attempt
- Those less fortunate he dismissed is the state he had thrown us in,
- An exorbitance, of stress in debt's what floatin' on the brink of homelessness brings
- Grown up in low income sets, homies had pigments both cocoa and egg
- A sport of the trenches, "stank face" and "nasty," is just as dope as it gets
- While "pigheaded" is just exactly, what ya aura depicts
- Always plastering, as if that's how an asshole will get fixed
- Steel horses can get stolen, have my clique arrested for how they rode BPMs
- Your clique champions infidelity, mine has some for voicing that shit
- See life's wilder than most, multiple perspectives this culture connects
- It was born the 11th, the 70's in New York at Sedgwick, slowly it'd spread
- From Kurtis Blow to Mos Def, Eminem, Too Short, and Kendrick's poetry blessed
- In the right hour it bestowed interwoven notebooks that lead,
- Me outta trouble now the hustle's composing boldness and strength
- Call on highpower when my soul crumbles, I pull out the pen
- From the snipe tower, caulk it –over these holes that you wedged
- That reality could've been a lot fouler, toyin' with b boyin' with Meph'
- A choice between reveling in a black flower, or to be immortal with text.
- //Chorus//
- As we conclude to the trip into my mind!
- As we crumble to the conditions of the times
- As we crumble, the realest ones alive
- I strive, until I never had enough time
- //Verse 3 LionCub//
- Hear my CONFESSION been a couple months [since](sins)
- Quiet as a church mouse now I USHER in wins
- Always knew they'd be this amped get a frida pack
- Cuz doomzday, me and mav boutta' bleed the pad
- [Dawg](Dog) I'm just showcasing my pedigree cuz I want the fight,
- And like a fuckin' warden it's [jealousy](jail i see) with the BARS I write (ha)
- Drop the gauntlet cuz like a Penitentiary bitch I got the TIME
- To rip these [incels](in cells), if you think you're ahead of me better drop the rhymes
- So maybe I'm a bit of a nose poke, unrelenting and loco,
- Like Pinocchio I'm licensed to kill em' with nose pokes,
- So if you lie I'm liable to fill you with more holes,
- Lyrical crossroads better tread with ill intent bozos,
- Cuz shit's boutta' get darker than silhouettes,
- Like I'm charged for battery better hit dodge when the charger is in effect,
- And I don't mean the fuckin' car that's in NFS,
- Like it's IT bitch you're targeted with a TEC,
- On a [rhyme](rhyme) spree like it's already winter yep,
- Don't mind me I'm just talkin' my shit again (yeah).
- //Chorus//
- As we conclude to the trip into my mind!
- As we crumble to the conditions of the times
- As we crumble, the realest ones alive
- I strive, until I never had enough time
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