Willing To Bleed

[Verse 1: Illogic]

Ain’t you tired of the same spit?

The how-long-your-chain-hang, what-set-you-claim spit

See I strange spit the brain spit so I’m relevant and you’re just entertainment

You’re lallygagging, smiling for the camera

Got you steady bragging ‘bout your status as an amateur

You’re standing still, I keep it moving with style

I’ll be the outcast, you mad ‘cause you Idlewild

You’re talking loud, no evidence of action

‘cause you forgot the relevance of passion

Apocalypse is coming, you ain’t lastin’

If you're holding down the cockpit, why you crashing?

What’s a revolution without dancing?

Breaking out of normalcy and taking chances

You ain’t got a lot of answers

That’s why your fan says you’re spittin’ empty stanzas

Your content ain’t strong enough

My sons spit stronger stuff and they can barely read

I’m tryna motivate the stagnant, so real with mine, I’m willing to bleed

[Verse 2: Blueprint]

Yeah yeah

I solemnly swear

To fight the good fight as long as I’m here

But sometimes the good fight don’t seem fair

‘cause all the best soldiers we had ain’t here

They gone now, we all on our own now

And most of those left ain’t got no style

You give ‘em an inch they try to take a whole mile

Too overconfident to keep a low profile

Pump your breaks, stay in your lane

A bunch of fakes chasin’ fame

I’ll punch your face and take your chain

Sit your five-dollar-ass down before I make change

The industry don’t wanna know us like we ain’t gon’ blow up

They think Ohio ain’t no different than Oklahoma

Got my mans in his grave probably rollin’ over

And I ain’t talkin’ minutes saved on my Motorola

I mean mind, soul and body tryna blow the O up

The people with the biggest hearts, hearts don’t hold up

My mind flooded with tears until it’s flowin’ over

God’s takin’ ‘em in twos like they roll with Noah

And what’s left when the rain is gone —

The same old drinkin’ ’til the pain is gone

It’s way past 'What should I say in a song?'

And more like 'Should I even make a song?'

Can’t say I’m wrong if I can’t go on

Waitin’ on inspiration but it take too long

People like Print just make what you made before

But it hurt too much so I really can’t no more

What I look like jumpin’ off a bridge just because he did it?

When everything is tellin’ me to push it to the limit

Plus if I went soft, you probably wouldn’t listen

I guess I gotta be a dick to make these pussies get it

‘cause if I play humble, they won’t call my name

And if my sales double, they treat us all the same

Try to knock my hustle like it’s all in vain ‘cause wack show promoters can’t make it to the hall of fame

Guess it’s ‘cause I don’t owe ‘em for my successes

If they didn’t build me up, then they can’t respect it

They want the history books so they can make an edit

Like lions in vogue, but they never gon’ get it

Get it?

Like lions in vogue but they never gon’ get it