Fathom

[Verse 1]

Hurly fuckin' burly, it’s the dirt merchant, I hurt persons

People and the populace, your scene screams of opulence

Dominance, surely, I'm surly, sick

I'm making ships sink, cause kids think they’re fly in pink like Kirby

And early riser birds on the worm watch

Stop, drop and roll for any soul who might hold Glocks

They cold cock the sore hearts to pour drops of lifeforce

They sold pot to show rocks in core spots in strife-torn

Ghetto landscapes, how can you plan fates

Around the dope man's hopes and his personal mandates?

And damn, I hate cats who break in the doors while my hands in crates

To talk Land O' Lakes on demographics in my fanbase

And I don't give a fuck about you and your damn suit

I rap for slum dwelling shadowrunners with past due

Bills and killed electricity, mention me

When it's about the best in the country, I'm hungry

[Chorus]

You cannot fathom how people can be

When it comes to this business, this industry

You cannot fathom how people can be

When it comes to this world and society

[Verse 2]

They say he's nice on the beat tip

But prefers to swerve with rhymed words so you can keep it like a secret

Recent studies will admit

That the kid can drive a point home with just a learner's permit

For certain, half these indie rappers come with the wrong plan

Get on the ball and labels try to give you the rod, man

I ain’t talking rebounder, I’m talking bean counters

They chip your points off before your little joints drop

And not points as shots, but points as in spots

In your financial breakdown, watch that portion get chopped

Now I don't know much but I know a little bit

On how to put some shit out and not get deemed insignificant

And I’m far from political

But I see behind party lines, they are not individual

Seminal competitor, I'm better on a pint or two

Pen as a sword, but that's just how a writer do

[Chorus]

You cannot fathom how people can be

When it comes to this business, this industry

You cannot fathom how people can be

[Verse 3]

When it comes to this world and society

Coming from where I'm from, the rats don’t eat cheese

They steal it and spend it on repealing opinions

And revealing decisions like crank or smack

Or spanking a crack whore, if that's your prerogative

Not Bobby Brown-nosing, just knowing that I gotta live

In a world that's more or less two-faced and ominous

Like a promoter who pays in beer for onstage conduct

Or a producer who takes cash and never gives product

That's ho but at least that stitute was professional

I've seen rappers pass bills, their whole style is congressional

See, progressions full of stressors that'll test your pull

Half these label reps can claim it's more than technical

Ability instilled in me to will the bleeding hearts

To the bars and pubs, even the farthest clubs

To hear the Razorblade Runner get to rhyme, a godsend

Emcees flip my lines like a drawbridge, I'm honest

[Chorus]

You cannot fathom how people can be

When it comes to this business, this industry

You cannot fathom how people can be

When it comes to this world and society