Dead-ish

[Intro] Statik Selektah Now, let me introduce you to the war [Verse] I keep doin’ everything I told ‘em I would And they keep lookin’ surprised, how many times before you get the rhythm? The type of greatness can’t encapsulate in pen descriptions I bring life out ‘em that they ain’t know they had Doin’ exorcisms for artistic exhibition Protect the vision at all costs Horace Grant attire shit You're a planet liar, and I won’t give 'em no shine to grow Lotta rappers stick to sucking dick when it’s their time to blow Finish a verse, everyone look like they hate oxygen New York ain’t seen this much heart since Nate Robinson I’m on the train, this whole car got no clue they ridin’ wit a Genius, shit I’m just grateful that I ain’t clockin’ in Walk different when you got somethin’ to lose So fuck it, I’ll leave the toughness to you Shit, we all still fightin’ over hoes, that’s a budget-less feud All that contention in my life is million-dollar implications, 2 years, I’ll be rich and do it all from syncopation And if they ain’t my sons, they at least an iteration of Craft And in the streets, I didn’t bang, shit But hung enough to know that you look like a walking piece of litigation I never gave a fuck about who was cool I ain’t signed to the code, but I knew the rules I knew once that fame come before the money, shit Sold-out shows, still might catch me in an Uber pool I know you wish folks would consider your pain If you have a voice, shit, you could consider your aim White men mass shootings, they blame video games Black women shot in cribs for playin' video games So much shit in our face And we like fuck it, I guess this the way we livin’ today Stuck in our ignorant ways Same sickness And a few of the symptoms have changed It’s the type of thinkin’ that lead to my livid-est days But if I’m honest, I ain’t really did shit to bring change Martin Luther King ain’t have ad-libs, he had actions And when they ask what Craft did, want them to say he had classics Guess it’s hard to find pursuits that’s selfless Guess the goal’s to be selfish in ways that can help shit Instead, we on the Gram, find ways to embellish Sometimes uninformed folks make me jealous The more you know, shit, the more you feel dead-ish