The Conclusions of an Aggressive Poet

I got pro tools, but not the DAW Take it back, take it back old school Watch you drop ya jaw Saw no rules, that’s why I broke the law Yo, send the vocals raw I’ll turn 'em into golden bars First time, I’ll wave the cost You want another feature you gotta pay the boss I never take a loss, I double the hustle Pit shit together like puzzles You mother fuckers told me I need a muzzle before I get my ass in trouble A couple of bullets to burst the bubble I’ve 'bout had enough of this bumble Just keep the low mumble under your breathe when your speakin’ to me And keep it to steppin’, I ain’t messing with the shit you been putting together You just pushing a bunch of those buttons n' hopin’ it makes the shit better F*ck that, you gotta string each letter Make sure the vocals line up When the consumer listens in, they hooked in Like you gotta fish for your dinner Finish a winner Only way you’re gonna get bigger Ain’t through the golden glitter I believe it’s even deeper, inner Hotter than the earth at its center If I was Icarus I fell and still got some feathers Bout to fuckin' glue them shits together And use 'em to take a second shot and the sun And introduce it to the face of the earth That’s what’s on my agenda Each day on the calendar checked off I’m waiting for the end of, the world But I feel like I’m gonna end up staring a barrel In the fuckin' dirt Keep goin' on, keep goin' on I gotta lot, I gotta lot I need to get off In each of these songs But I’m doin' it wrong A little time n' become a diamond ‘Cause that’s what I’m fucking worth I never asked to be fuckin' birth I never asked to be cursed to curse But f*ck it I’m gonna tarnish it, worsen it first It only get better after you know it don’t work After you know it don’t work I’m just honestly tellin' a chronicle Keeping the bars a cool as a popsicle I can do all the impossible, solve the improbable Stay up on top of the wave even though I ain’t gotta boat Drop songs like a domino A little push and you fallin' over A little kush and four leaf clover You can catch me back in the woods rollin’ up in ‘til my life is over Gotta give it all you got if you want the spot Half of these bars comin' off the top If I don’t like 'em then they get the chop Record again, make sure it’s worth the quap It used to hurt to stop, but now I just got the urge to flop Over exhausted, keep workin' 'til I get to the top ‘Cause I feel like I ain’t completed the job So until, I’m completely depleted I’m gonna keep believing, deceiving and bleeding my way to the top Keep goin' on, keep goin' on I gotta lot, I gotta lot I need to get off In each of these songs But I’m doin' it wrong Keep goin' on, keep goin' on I gotta lot, I gotta lot I need to get off In each of these songs But I’m doin' it wrong Keep goin' on, keep goin' on I gotta lot, I gotta lot I need to get off In each of these songs But I’m doin' it wrong