prod. J Patterns
mix. Beef x @MatrixAudio
lyrics.
"I can only be me, they don’t get it, I Am Legend, I’m an 11
I don’t play craps, I don't roll 7s, I earned my credit
That’s why I’m grilling up a steak, lakeside, with the bay doors open
Bass turned way up so you can hear my lows hit
Sipping lemonade kombucha, smoking on a spliff
Going through my music, like goddamn
I just hit em with the ruler again, I’m a loser again
And I’m more fluid than ever
I gave the flu and a shovel to the devil
And told em start digging for the heavens
Y’all pessimists don’t impress me
I dance around my city giving lessons
While they try to pull my pants down
So they can laugh at what they don’t understand
I get better every day
They keep asking for answers for cancer and Africa
Doing math on a tablet, writing on the great wall of catfish
I’m connected with the planet, hard as granite
Always manic, smooth as molasses
I’m of a different stratagem, I’ve been maximum platinum
With no management, stacking the bananas up
I might rock the strapback and bandana
Or go with the headband Champion look
Take a gander and my past fashion
And see how it has manifested
They’re still breastfed, latching
They take my vocab and flow
And regurgitate it for mass consumption at their nest egg
This has been decades in the making
Before Ye did Late Registration
Before I got the dragon chain at Eastgate
When Fila’s were still in play
I’m still hitting the fadeaway
But who thought I’d educate?
For real, this ain’t a shpiel, this ain’t the feels
I ain’t a squealer, I’m WD-40 on wheels
Quick on the reload, hand steady as a keynote
Lately I’ve been strong arming it, moving kilos
I’ve created a platform for the folks and people
They weren’t ready but a slave can’t wait
They suck my energy dry and expect pay in exchange
I get an EMP to the brain and another idea janked
They call it capitalism, for shame, jealous and lame
I’m the greatest in the history of DNA
They outta bottle my sweat and sell it
They buzz around my neck and pelvis
I am help for the helpless, hope for the depressed
Ears for the deaf, eyes for the blind, the voice of unrest
I am the streets and internet
All I observe me and me in a lesser sense
In vignette, straddling a fence
Listen, I didn’t invent your flow so you could circumvent
Now I’m out here clearing the stench
My crew is ever changing too
It’s me and whoever stays with me
Even if it is just mental
I’ve been saying I’ve seen the future and I intend to pursue it
They’re illiterate, they’re talking gibberish
They don’t understand liquidity
You think they’re magnificent, you find Nazi’s interesting
Why do you keep calling me disparate? Ooo
They got you by the fingertips
You whipping your slave like an Englishman
Thinking you sinister
Are you finished yet?"
