[Intro]
Well alright
Yes lawd, knowledge, at your service
[Verse 1]
Let me set the tone
I'm not down and out
I never have doubts I only have faith
I never halfass I only give my all
What I present to y'all is like lithium
To get your mind right
If you a little off
I've been ten toes since came into this
I'm like a demigod within the demographic
We could make a cult for what I've cultivated
If you follow me ya live to the life
There's no dirty sprite within my inspiration
Just a fixation on the unattainable
It's in my reach but man I can't grasp it
Tell em when I speak the speech sound graphic
No leech, ya bastards
I'm a basket case so when you're about faced with these masquerades
Ya gotta let me breathe
As I assess the field
These niggas 'bout nothin' like Seinfeld
Just a bunch of Kramers and product placements
Tellin' lies that we disguise as truth
You say the sky's the limit then someone lied to you
I see the bigger picture and the grand scheme
But it's a larger frame that I view prove
The room for improvement is a constant problem
Never settle for lesser
The flow is oppressive
Now watch me press up with the focal pressure
I left it all with my apathy
I need a masterpiece
[?] young Michael Corleone
Orchestrated with consiglieres
I'm incorporated
Re-enact it all, make sure it resonated
Long to the soil I got a sweet serenade
Young black renegade, step back demonstrate
Let me make the case and state the deposition
At a loss for words I mean I truly am
Let the beat ride for my train of thought
When that writer's block sinks in, yea
When that writer's black sinks in, fuck
Well alright
Yes lawd, knowledge, at your service
[Verse 1]
Let me set the tone
I'm not down and out
I never have doubts I only have faith
I never halfass I only give my all
What I present to y'all is like lithium
To get your mind right
If you a little off
I've been ten toes since came into this
I'm like a demigod within the demographic
We could make a cult for what I've cultivated
If you follow me ya live to the life
There's no dirty sprite within my inspiration
Just a fixation on the unattainable
It's in my reach but man I can't grasp it
Tell em when I speak the speech sound graphic
No leech, ya bastards
I'm a basket case so when you're about faced with these masquerades
Ya gotta let me breathe
As I assess the field
These niggas 'bout nothin' like Seinfeld
Just a bunch of Kramers and product placements
Tellin' lies that we disguise as truth
You say the sky's the limit then someone lied to you
I see the bigger picture and the grand scheme
But it's a larger frame that I view prove
The room for improvement is a constant problem
Never settle for lesser
The flow is oppressive
Now watch me press up with the focal pressure
I left it all with my apathy
I need a masterpiece
[?] young Michael Corleone
Orchestrated with consiglieres
I'm incorporated
Re-enact it all, make sure it resonated
Long to the soil I got a sweet serenade
Young black renegade, step back demonstrate
Let me make the case and state the deposition
At a loss for words I mean I truly am
Let the beat ride for my train of thought
When that writer's block sinks in, yea
When that writer's black sinks in, fuck
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