Butterfly Effect

[Produced by The Architect] [Intro: Erick Arc Elliott & Carl Sagan] Yeah, yeah Before the tours, uh Yo Lemme hit that weed It seems madness to say, "We're worried that they're going to become addicted" We're worried about the transition— Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me It's not an addictive drug, but even if it were These people are dying, what are we saving them from? [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Before the tours have filled the calendar I was in Brooklyn, smokin' Cali bud And I accepted rap, eyes red from that 5 a.m. flights, eyes red from that Mr. Wouldn't-Cop-The-White-One-If-It-Came-In-Black Frequent thirty cities while you're witnessin' my chicken scratch Type of shallow nigga, fuck and give your lady back Constructed in the lab, Flatbush where they raised me at Now I lost some friends, but fuck it we don't need 'em We barely friends before and we don't talk for different reasons Mom's all sad, pops gon' snap Make some difference in this world before your mind goes black How can a nigga do his homework when his mom's on crack? How can I produce a record that be equal to that? Every time I play some new shit, I'm just thinking it's whack My motivation for the youth is how we bringin' it back [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Bringin' it back, bringin' it back (here we go again) Been waitin' so long it’s like they use to that crap Hip-Hop been my life, I'm just used to the facts Sellin' dope not an option, ain't new to the trap Faggot niggas wanted the fame, they used to the back My niggas boardin' a plane, Insta vid that I'm confident as ever, my tolerance is low For hatin' mothafucker's doubtin' me like I ain't dope Crack, say the word chap, I leave a skull cap Morbid with the four fifth and the boss pit Torture, hot, burn it, like a perm quick My melodies is heaven sent, y'all ain't heard shit [Verse 3: Issa Gold] Old days, back before the rappin' and my aura swankin' Youthful savage, used to dream of passion, now we make it happen Rap disasters, overlord to rappin' actors, hustling talents Spittin' average 'til my kin descended upon this planet Rare to see, Sirius Star B, I'm a Star Seed My light-beam across the nation, changin' tastes, unitin' races Higher placement, laugh at basic, 90 angel, tempt to Satan Blend it up, equal greatness, rock the podium with my statements I'm the thirteenth king raised up out the monarchy Palm trees, roll it up, dedicate it to my sovereignty Fuck this separation shit is tasters, we one entity Like a bunch of shit stirred in the pot but still one recipe Indigo the leaders, puttin' the youth through trainin', nigga Never thought we would make it, now we unpluggin' it from the matrix Spit iconic, Issa Gold, the proper way, the youthful conscious Truth won't stop us, my light stream shinin', blockin' out they nonsense [Verse 4: AK] Brooklyn born and raised, some say we free, some say we caged But they hold the key to change they ways But mind be sleep, they mental slate You not in my league, I see through the great Cut the pot then I leap through the ashes and came I go crying in the corner with immaculate brains Hold up, I'm beast and I cannot be tamed Remember when we were starvin', dreams was tarnished Hoping one day we'd be ballin', ain't that all us? Now we done it, use your brain and never forfeit Now I talk how I'm livin' with conscious Good intentions, flawless karma And this mission keeps us stronger Fight for the day we be peaceful and honest [Bridge: Meechy Darko] I would die for every single nigga on this track, hol' up It's only right that we bring it back I done died for every single nigga on this track, hol' up It's only uh- that we bring it uh-uh [Verse 5: Meechy Darko] I'm destined for damnation, need to let out frustration So I threw a Molotov at the nearest police station Tell the reaper that I'm waitin', shit, Hell would be a vacation At least I won't need a lighter to spark up them Cali flavors The point is to read the book and burn the chapters after Why are we moving backwards? Mentally we still in shackles Our life, it like sand castles, we are not built to last But if we pack together close enough, the weather, we would stand One day, I'll have a queen and she won't need no weddin' band The weight of the world I benchpress, no flexin' for the 'Gram The man that travels many lands withstands and you can't understand Your standards, I am over them, feel like I am petroleum The chosen one, my tongue's a sword for ya, I brought my loaded gun I got this ongoin' battle with this shit, de-pression The pressure is buildin' up but fuck it I ain't givin' up And even if I did, so what? [Chorus: Espa] Time we waste, in this waiting game So butterfly away, come visit heaven's gates Time we waste, in this waiting game So butterfly away, come visit heaven's gates [Instrumental Outro]