As We Crumble (w/ Maverick & Lio...

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

 

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

 

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

 

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.

 

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

 

Hear my CONFESSION been a couple months since

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 I'm just showcasing my pedigree cuz I want the fight,

And like a fuckin' warden it's jealousy with the BARS I write (ha)

Drop the gauntlet cuz like a Penitentiary bitch I got the TIME

To rip these incels, 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 spree like it's already winter yep,

Don't mind me I'm just talkin' my shit again (yeah).

 

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