Lyrics:

No chip off the block parents born off the map
Quick trip for pipe dreams now I'm serving 'em nouns
My product ain't pop what I'm pushing is crack
Gotta pitch to the right feen so that word get around

Looking for a hit to make the block flock with feens
Cut prices out the question, plot and scheme and watch the scene
On my own hustle I don't need a rotten team
Hunger forced doing stupid shit like Aqua Teen

Yeah, that's all metaphor for music
My mission got a magnitude of desert storm in Munich
The doctor's advocate I can't perform in units
Circle tight and more secluded what I do is not the norm for students

Reincarnation from legends beyond the grave
Bound by chains 9 to 5 designed for slaves
Changed the method like John Blaze, bomb the stage
Say namaste, paid homage now the homage paid

Don't take orders, boss mode what I stay in
Lost the fight once you got the weigh in
Going overboard, the shots a lay-in
I move like boats that brought the yae in

Lotta weight at first now the loads lighter
Drop down bounce back like low riders
Ain't tricking but I'm globetrotting
If ain't got it somebody I know got it

I oughta feel pompously
You ask why why not my response will be
I sharpen steel constantly
You can't neglect the sword even when the pen is mighty
All aboard, I'm bout to be in Venice nightly

Y'all pump faking calling rebook I just do it, type to send for nike
Won't defend my psyche, that's a mind for winners
Overcome hurdles to eat, y'all seated but I got a fence I climb for dinner

Mr. Feeney, a boy when the world met me
Now this man in the mix like I swirl nestle
Ya girl let me ain't the cat to coerce her
I split and made a acquisition after the merger

All they seen was a blur when they captured the murder
Red and yellow lights that's Barry or Wally West
Ahead of all ya sleights I parry with all finesse
That's skill strictly, rock handles pill prickly
Atlanta had 'em hooked props ran to Lil Dicky

Don't take orders, boss mode what I stay in
Lost the fight once you got the weigh in
Going overboard, the shots a lay-in
I move like boats that brought the yae in

Lotta weight at first now the loads lighter
Drop down bounce back like low riders
Ain't tricking but I'm globetrotting
If ain't got it somebody I know got it

Started from the bottom unlock the top slowly
System more crooked than cops who rock rollies
They laugh cuz it look like I'm fighting for scraps
I'm the type to adapt and outfox the coyote

Hype to be the best so I hid from the crowd
To get this style, in a space others kids ain't allowed
Assimilated myself back into the party
Feel like I took a big step and I missed the morale

Word to K Dot, I take a long hiatus
In lieu of money love is equity that's why they hate us
Made from a mold of specialist, below the precipice
Approach a apex abiding by a code of excellence

The style comparer
Could be never be the Aloe Vera
Rick got Slick cuz he learned through trial and error
Through the fire like Denzel and wire like Ye
The band is back let the violin play

Don't take orders, boss mode what I stay in
Lost the fight once you got the weigh in
Going overboard, the shots a lay-in
I move like boats that brought the yae in

Lotta weight at first now the loads lighter
Drop down bounce back like low riders
Ain't tricking but I'm globetrotting
If ain't got it somebody I know got it

The Weigh In

The Weigh In [produced By Momo Ward]

Ask what's good and I'll say I'm down but it's looking up.

I like how this song makes me feel because at the end of the day my future bright. Currently cloudy with 100% chance of clear skies later type shit.

Artwork: @middlebridge

[Lyrics]

My dad wicked, pop should be more righteous
I feel most free locked in my core vices
A ten dollar bottle I pop don't pour ice in
I ain't gon' ski if ya product got poor pricing

My ma still love me a doctor be more like it
If rap don't work, I'll stop in New York Rikers
Admit to crime that I ain't commit
Cuz I deserve to be in jail if I ain't the shit

Officially my declaration misery is medication
I want happiness and history for generations
Introduced since a youth had a revelation
I'm living proof, of six degrees of separation

No apprenticeship, groomed by my losses
Room full of bosses, inhale fume from sauces
I'm taking notes regardless for the sake of soaking game
Haters gon' complain, don't conflate ya local fame nigga

The weatherman said its gon' rain today
I try make one when there ain't a way
A ten day how I came to play
You first class I board last the train stop we got the same delay

I'm down but its looking up
It's cool cuz I'm good enough
It's cool cuz I'm good enough
Don't listen when they say what you shouldn't touch

I had my first drink at thirteen, lit a cig
Ma cried in front of me from shit I did
I never did a bid she would die from shock if so
Reek of weed, smell of vodka mo'

Calm before the storm when it hit no power
I spit a 16 and believe ya whole block will glow
Ya soap opera show, I'm drama free
Ski slopes lots of coke do a line for me

Waiting for a sign like dogs who lost they owner
More hostile than hotels in Barcelona
No replacement or transplant for my type of blood
Cuz it's mixed with the sweat and the tears

Stuck between controlling fate or just letting it steer
Still looking back what's the point of checking the rear
I rarely get a yes when I ask people
I move in silence making bigger moves than Max Keeble

The weatherman said its gon' rain today
I try make one when there ain't a way
A ten day how I came to play
You first class I board last the train stop we got the same delay

I'm down but its looking up
It's cool cuz I'm good enough
It's cool cuz I'm good enough
Don't listen when they say what you shouldn't touch

Rain Man

Rain Man [produced By Momo Ward]

Thank you Eric G for your art

If you purchase on Bandcamp, proceeds from the record will be donated to the producer for allowing me to use his work.

Patterns

Mathematik