[Verse: Jonnie Bars]
The mix is re- no mystery
Blend joy and misery, sprinkle in history
Bars with some Thought, that’s chemistry
Pinky and the Brain, lab rats move off-center, G
A sinner, G, ego blocking blessings
So offer protection, off the lessons, serve my inner peace
Experienced highly well, wisdom energy
Working on a crown, smile a lot, ‘cause I’m with the cheesing
Pose for the pic, pose for the flick
Bow with the shit, flow is rose gold with the wrist
Reap the rewards, roll with the risk
Know this a ship, I be really living schwavy, baby
Shrimp with crawfish, young and lawless
Artemus Gordon and Jim West when we start shit
She never fucked with rappers, I’m a different type of artist
Bars that I provide? Be a long list
A verse-worth, to be exact, victory within the slap
My nigga said I’m “Kinko’s”, this my calling, homie, speak the facts
Deliver like Fed-Ex, still gotta defeat the past
Used to be fed X, sabotaged, we won’t speak on that
Consequence, we eating that, running up as we adapt
The lames presence never equal up, the way you speak on raps
Real ones been peeping that, stay impacting the attached
Nigga make a scheme for the stacks, hustle ‘cause I need it stat, brrrat
[Bridge: Bezel365]
You should feel very lucky and privileged to hear this
You know, to put together these bodies of work?
It take a whole lot to be quite a technician with a pen
And, I mean, really be giving something outside from within
Yeah, check it out…
[Verse: The Thought]
This man allergic to self-reflection, emergence of wealth collected
From merchants and health inspections, been cursed with no direction
It hurts to be disillusioned, let wander the empty ruins
Admonishment of the truant as masters become the students
Moving in self-destruction, a noose reduced to nothing
Uncouth and too used to huffing and puffing instead of discussion
Nothing but a snap and you dusted
Busted off the track, mad ‘cause they thought you could be trusted
Addicted to presumption without a question, to bluffing without suggestions
To bloodying connections while coveting affection
Objections go out the door when the lessons ain’t ever
Stored in the present, just taken for granted, by the always-bored
The score has been poorly kept, all the gore and there’s no regrets?
The effect is what cause begets, but you’re deaf to all you threaten
Caress your own selfishness, ringing bells of the Oedipus
Can’t you tell your effectiveness been collapsing under pressure?
Excuses for recklessness getting chewed to a paste
As your crew leads an Exodus, wasting talents on a leper
Lacking in taste, so they douse you in pepper
Only time you ain’t fake is when you lose your temper
Blessings dismembered, in your room you’re sequestered
Burned down to an ember, over what you remember
‘Cause you can’t let it go, chasing rabbits in snow
Like all your passion’s a joke, but no one’s laughing, huh?
[Bridge: Bezel365]
Woo! I think I need a…
I don’t know about y’all but I think I need a glass of lemonade after that one
I mean, ooh, man, look here
You ever heard a heatwave in the form of lines?
That was composed in a way that was refined?
But not like that sugar you’re used to putting in your body…
Exactly, you know what I mean
[Verse: Zac Lee]
Cap? What’s that?
I ain’t never lied - over exaggerated, maybe
But nevermind, could never believe people saying
“He’d never fly”, ripping out my wings like he’d never see sky
“Bye-bye” to anybody swatting flies
You stink, and full of kinks, twisted in paradise
Rolling a pair of dice, my chances are slim pickings
But I picked chips that just might save a life, itching to tear out eyes
Might’ve always been blind, but finally see
The light on your disguise, I’m disgusted and disrupted
By this paradigm, like a poster on a wall, I stare at mine
Not sure who to trust, so I be acting scary shy
A merry time for anybody showing signs
I got my eyes close on my target, no middle man
But bullseye, scatter, how ghouls fly when I walk in the room
I’ll dig up a tomb, for which, I presume that you will die
Lie on the ground, while you fib a fig tree
Fruit be juiceless and full of mites, fruitless efforts
To dispose of mine, somehow only exposed the shine
Diamonds and gold, what you know about Poltergeist?
Telekinesis when I hold the mic
Hold it down for the sleepers in the frozen ice, that’s only right
God-given gift for the Chosen kind
Get my crown on, now I know how to hold it right
[Bridge: Bezel365]
Yeah, bitch! Oh, yeah!
I mean, you know, it’s not even this thing about how you try to describe what you feel
It’s not even the ways that you try to describe real
But some things are just beyond you
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