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