Complicated Rhythm

[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