Speakin' (Intro)

[Intro] Yeah I'm more, I'm more I'm more, I'm more, I'm more Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] What it do, what it is, what it could be You're more blah-blah-blah, what it would be Bluntly, I feel like all you motherfuckers pussy Leader of the new school, they be playin' hooky Turned king from rappin' on the corner like the rooks be Chess game, less blame, more shame, what we need to push We ahead 'cause we thinkin' more simpler than the hooks be I ain't come to sugarcoat shit, whole culture got spiritual diabetes Humanistic raps, I'm tryna supply the species I'ma defy the theses of the peachy-keen, fit-all-in-the-box critics Bushwick, fake-frame, lickin'-cock critics Homie, ain't no peace treaties with me, I'm in allegiance with the truth Tryna feel your pain like it's mine, that's a window to you, only way I can see through Pass the sauce, let me stop preachin' I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my Let me stop preachin' to em I'm about to talk my, I'm about to talk my Let me stop preachin' to em I'ma start speakin' to em, I'ma start reachin' to em Little closed door, homie I'ma start eekin' through it, I'ma start bleedin' through it They gon' have to let me in, we gon' start seein' trueness, yeah These days, I stand far away when the train rolls in, I got somethin' to lose now I'm more important than cool now True to me is more important than rules now Whole lotta obstacles, I got past 'em Used to laugh at the kid, but I got the last one I never want the pass, son, I only lead with passion At twenty-five, already been like nine versions of me But see, he who speaks to you now is so, so, so much better than past ones I been runnin' circles 'round rappers, don't make me relapse, son My anxiety was so bad, son, I was gon' collapse, son Nights that I thought I'd seen my last sun I just wanted to be somebody that could last, son I just wanted to be normal 'til I realized The same shit bring my heart pain is the same shit that make it one the last ones of the real [Interlude] Yeah, live from Hell's Kitchen, New York City Welcome to the motherfuckin' album This just the intro, we gettin' warmed up Should I keep goin'? Uh [Verse 2] This is jubilance birthed from depression This is humanness earned from obsession Gave my heart to my craft, started livin' for myself If I live to impress, then I'm pressin' Ask Kenny, we done brought pain way before we done made him sign us Motherfuckers been congested Every time I been less than was a lesson Broke it down to the essence, hocus-pocused the mentions This the cumulative effect of a new foot on the neck Of the foolish who neglect where the trueness intersects I'm a mutant in the flesh, born of ruthlessness and debt One who cool with all the angels and keep Lucifer in check New York, New York, fuck what you thought You ought pay attention when the tension rise Hold it together and keep walkin', I'm the tendon kind My fear is a friend of mine, homie