1: Clarity (The Remix) Done

This is a call to arms

 

My mind sporadically, same time compatibly

Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity

Figure this out, I ain't gonna take no charity

take a seat, no grab a chair I insist sincerely

light some incense make some sense from what they say clearly

they don't know the influence over young charlie

If not charlie, what about they army

We have the right to bear arms, then why do they feed us nothing

they are set as kids alarms, but they are the ones still sleeping

Like Who cares when the club is going up

Who cares who's a slut, forsaken fuck

Jay or Mac or Drake, or any schmuck

who'll take a whack at that nasty puck

It's sheer luck

I ain't take a shot at y'all yet

I'm hopin you will soon quit

You all making me sick,

you all think you made it quick

now you ain't making shit

Flip the script and skip the shit

and sit a bit admit you're trash

You got maybachs

you made stacks and fuck racks

what about those who can' pay checks

listening to you on the radio

One rhyme pattern all the way through

Don't even tell a story no way hoe

se whatya say you hearin what I'm sayin

Am I preachin to the choir, or brick wall conversatin

You're right, I shouldn't be to hard on the hatin and complainin

Last time you wrote your own writtens was before your G4 planin

You was a G before, now you playin a industry whore

 

This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths

Money is the root

and Y'all shit is the square, here's proof

 

That's the last piss from the latest radio rapper

They the shit but that's a contradictory answer

Only struggle I had is my dog getting cancer

You been through so much worse, I mean you was a gangster

Now that a V S model is your manservant

all you spit is nonsensical sermons

Like a Pastor with Turrets syndrome

How you get dome when you get home

pick up the phone

take out a loan

with interscope

They got your soul in a scope

Not innocent

you're incessant about your winnings and

the women's and the whips and skinny dippin

you talk about your life like it has never been no different

Then there's kendrick who you're dissin

cuz you gave one song a listen

and his feature had you pissin

over hip hop he is standin

notwithstanding

my own plannin

Like a house in hurricane sandy

cuz when I start spittin

the whole world'll be smitten

You got mustard

and that cheddar

You should be making sandwichs, not shredding all that paper

I ain't sweatin all that either

I know I'm nobody but I got an eyeball

And I seen better shit, in my toilet bowl

boy let go

only sound you makin is an echo

 

 

This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths

Money is the root

and Y'all shit is the square

 

only sound you makin is an echo