[Intro]
It has been said that what he writes is not the norm
Not the typical, but the atypical, if you will
It has been said that what he writes is critically acclaimed, yet underrated
Championed, yet misunderstood
Praised, yet looked over, inspirational, yet humbling
It has been said that what he writes is what some would call a frisbee
And won't be caught for another five years from now
A five-year plan of sorts
It has been said that in the dream of Tens Digwood Avenue, lyrics will never be the same
With all of those things being said
We present to you a piece of literature
That will both verify and clarify what has and has not been said
For your listening pleasure, we present to you the Great Debater
Enjoy
[Bridge]
Okay, haha, yeahh
Okay
Great Debater, right?
Best chap, right?
Call me the writer of writers
I just do it and let them call it what they call it
You see? Uh
[Verse 1]
They give me the same flack they gave Gloria son
Either or James or Carter, but both of them won
So either or take it to heart or eat all that you want
I made more reaching from y’all than hoping you sprung
The same door that he was in front of and wanted to rush
Is now leased in his name, did he come up or what
Strange' are in order, hallways did it for him?
Inspired to get it by him, Parkay of the talkers
Shit is butter like Big was still here on another life
I walk by them steps everyday, so now who wanna write?
Back like running lights and Po’ now follow
And that armrest is locked, so someone get the swallowing
If y’all blessed to watch, then someone get the honoring
On it like I’m towering, acknowledge my acknowledgment
Still means just what it says
So if you got it then consider you in the echelon of those hollerin’
Great Debater, made it the give and go
Kick fly talk and slide off, I’m Henry Lowe
Call it Complicated Rhythm
Cause as far as how they listening
They get it but don’t get it and I don’t bother what they missin’
If they missed it, no difference
Know them martyrs get dismissed
So it’s snowing all roses and the thorns is in the wind
And if you caught one in the end
You was drawn to it again
You clicked on the ZShare, you just bought you a syringe
This shit is in reach where they got to bargain to get in
So give him the scene there, they’ll be nodding off again
Now I pardoned it again, I was pardon off of wonders
And I Drew it like I play point guard for the Thunder
So all of what it leads to, started off the EQ
Wasn’t Dwyane Wade but I was on my Jordan 3 move
Wasn’t Dwayne Wayne but had a broad like Keanu
And jealous bitches called her “kee low-low”, I see you HA!
[Hook] x2
For my complicated rhythm, took muthafuckas about as far as it could get ‘em
Look at how they love it when it’s on in the system
One shot, caught ‘em in the rhythm
I took ‘em like there like…
[Outro]
What I was saying was
You know, said in slang and it was coded
And then we had these deep metaphors that people
If you didn't pay attention to them, they just was like regular words
And it was just flying by a hundred miles an hour
So I don't think everyone really, understood it
Or got the emotion behind what was being said in the beginning
