AUDITORIUM (THE STAGE WE ALL PERFORM ON)

[Verse]

Salvador Dalí Lama, but war plagues my semana

Take off your pajamas, when you wake up

Best be outfitted for drama

Trouble, trouble shoot the process

Bubble goose and conflict

I was 22 and a fucking wildling

Disrespectful, brash and tardy

Introspective talent haunts you, show it off

3 story homes Mondrian colored

How do we get something on Bluff Creek Drive for my child’s mother?

Time passes, get wild hungry

But more calculated in the droughts, in the sunny

Watch the words that climb up out your dunce cap dunny

Adultery on life how?

We can’t afford to waste the time now

Don't make him march with the mop for spring cleaning

Read the book of Matthew one time now you need Jesus

Your trauma, snuck up out your subconscious

Now you seeing demons, now you scared of breathing

Ego on auditoriums and a crematorium

He wanted always the gray Delorean to fit the whores up in

On tour like meniscus for applause and nonfiction

The withdrawals from being a delinquent may still visit

Fuck if they mourn you, will your newborns newborn remember?

Sócrates ain't write nothing but said everything

I don’t believe in violence but I don’t believe in cowardice

Front stage with some poltergeists

Chump change for a boulder of ice

A fulfilled life is worth the price

From pain we all emerge bright

You a desert, you the desert type

This is a circus

Everything promoted as valuable cause it’s worthless

Everyone is trying to be somebody with purpose

Miraculous, like the first time you make a person

Soon as you get passionless, charge up

The reflection in the mirror leaves him starstruck

The contraceptive is a Wesson and a hedge fund

The impressions on the internets increase waving small guns

Doing walk ups, leave the car running

Your favorite labels cutting dicks off for a small budget

Are you strong enough to wait until your vision matters?

Cause that $10,000 check might be your last one

I can’t give you advice like my past is prim

But dang

How do we last and outlast the sins and laugh

Double back and own masters, splits

They’ll take your publishing before you get a chance to skim

The contracts with some sense waving carrots

Karats on plaques look dim

When you realize going platinums ain’t that glad of a win

When the m’s spent to get that M leaves you in a debt

With no clauses to repent

The albums you owe are seven, the first was overspent

Your family thinks you’re famous

Your bank account overdrawn

The IRS at your door, the side piece needs Dior

The weed ain’t strong enough to numb confusion, ‘least it stalls

The stress from taking over, the pills, bottles and social media analytics

Helping you maintain kismet on tour

In hopes that those rows are full

You opening up for YG and Big Sean and hit the road

The venues hold 30,000 but when you perform it’s just for 40 people chilling

Waiting for you to finish, bored

At least your homies back home assume that you’re on

Cause the flyer says your name small

Shit’ll make you nauseous going through the sacri

Fices, my vice grip on vices finally getting softer

I’ve had to purify my body, take the jewelry off it

My fingers haven’t healed for years holding onto

Holding onto shiny things that makes fans raise their chins to witness

We ain’t gotta be equal but I’m not your father figure

We role models by default but pop bottles and speed Porsche

Fuck models for leisure and drop ponderous schemes off

This used to be a dream

This used to be tough to hold onto, what a funny thing

Electrocute the population

They make us prostitutes, capitalists, plaintiffs

Never told you duck the paper just be wary of the stray bullets

Intended but nameless to the knowledge lacking players

Everyone doesn’t get $200 at Go

These great grandfathers owned Boardwalk, it’s inheritance

Double pump the shotty, had to double up at the Sheridan

My generation needs their passive asparagus so let’s balance shit

This rap game needs more challengers stepping up to challengers

Competition lacks now their standards get embarrassing

Borrowed Patek Phillips on your handheld cameras

35mm film captures disparaging

Mad at the world, enlightenment although

Glamorous the pearls, but less enticing its glows

Once you meet your soulmate you reach a higher plateau

This game is a pyramid and life is on her period

Violence getting intimate, everybody got a killer

Everybody has many men who wanna see an end to them

Everyone has problems making and keeping entenmanns of some sort

Physical, social or spiritual

They’ll hire corporate litigations to get at you

At times we got emotional demonstrating our principles

At times was at the precipice of pontificating the point

Too many a time was off the ledge and never made a noise

Too many time a lack of father ain’t let you be a boy

Rest in peace to Hunter, now we all left filling the void

Tried to unite my city, you still shitted on me

Citizens that sneak diss me dress in dirty laundry

Artists that never skimmed the discography put a box on me

Never box with me, tried to but then most ignore me

Can’t reach out to merge so far your arms get snapped out

Brothers hit my phone to work, I work to make it pan out

Being honest, I’ve seen the end goal ‘fore it was mapped out

To be honest, I’ve always known it’ll take a minute to cash out

To be honest, I ain't always have my perspective in order

500 emails to bloggers every song to get onward and upward

Learned to reach into my own cupboard

Embrace the love that means something

Hope the ISRC’s bring me my needs when you stream something

Can I make a couple g's a week or something

Or must every release feel like depleting substance

Weakened numbers

Tough times we’ve had to jump around, bully through or sneak up under

Out the blue phone calls, worrisome emotive tones from mother

Many that give advice but rare is the sacrifice

It’s hard for me to listen if the lifestyle is too different

The devil tries to distract me with shortcuts and quick business

Catch me with the Askaripour brothers

Remapping the worlds standards with no carry on luggage

Ask for you the public fade like Michael Rappaport for rapping poor

Pluck you for hiding Babylon from us

Shit, we moving like Andy Warhol, Virgil Abloh

Humans as factories, entities, platforms

Multiple managers, directors, shooters, interns

Accountants, lawyers on retainer just to ensure

Make a billion and bring cheap housing to Skid Row

At least affordable, At least I hope I do

Make the most out of 24 hours

Of course I saw the towers burn, of course we wanted power

Of course, teach a course on how we disrupted

From my own hands built our dynasty and things got disgusting

When I was sleeping on the train

Without even a single slice of pizza to my name

Laughing through the pain

Too proud to beg for change so instead we stole some things

My vanity let poison infiltrate my veins, regretted it and paid for it

Gave it back and made more than it

Read your history and decoded calligraphy

If the tiff files ain’t Tiffany quality, can’t sit with me

Every morning getting slapped with an epiphany

Every war we lose battalions to mimicry

That weakens blood spiritually, these stars ain’t shit to me

This industry is iffy, your bars ain’t shit to me

Your broad ain’t shit to me, your car ain’t shit to me

The devious ways you aim to evolve ain’t shit to me

Your squad ain’t shit to me, fuck y’all

Fuck who tries to control you with their baggage

We face problems on this side too but push advantage

I ain't with the bling bling theory programming

Do this for my Sing Sing homies reading pamphlets

Do this for my Nostrand Ave hustlers ducking cameras

Do this for my Eastern Philosophy pushing chanters

Do this for lil shorty in the barrio with a camera

Tryna find the City of God before they capture him

Burn the library, plant a Starbucks and dismantle it

No more name drops, you thought of rarely

If ever, shots don’t miss never, they’re careful

Left me in the wild too long and ate the werewolf

Spoke his thoughts specifically, the verbiage’s the heirloom

Find courage to store when the nights get grim

Took the ice off the throat and shaved the ice off the rims

It’s 33 degrees below freezing before you stunt

You might think you’ve lost the battle to evil before you win

You might be misinformed and think winning is worth more

Than the pain you felt that pushed you to knowledge and thus whirlwinds

By the time you blow, it’s easy to pack a show

Cause the past versions of yourself all fill up the front row

Death Row, spit it illy and perpetual

Rarely distracted by the sexual, my efforts known

Everything recorded in the sands of time set in stone

Everything physical is bound to crumble, bound to grow

Y'all assed out like a brazilian bikini in Sao Paolo

Tryna predict the outro

Espíritu Santo puts la verdad in this mano

So this humano breaks through the crowds yo

Gimme a girl more J. Lo than Gwyneth Paltrow

Back when horses and donkeys outside the parties were car shows

I listened to my ancestor’s stories

About witches that eat babies and farmers that let glory slip

You seek wisdom or to never be incorrect?

If the aim isn’t purification, i’m at a disconnect

Funny’s the mortal who thinks God fits into intellect