Pot & Kettle

Upbeat beat Somber mood Rhetorical revue Artillery delivery Your mind go boom (Boomshakalaka!) Mine wander, Groo To what's beyond today And I breakdown into An anxious mess Afraid to take a step Or leave my bed I hit the pen Wish I dead (Sorry, what was that?)(Nigga, what?) Nothing friend, don't sweat it My descent into depths of hell Ain't nothing you'll prevent Resentment for me growing Every time I take a breath I'm all Ready Set to go and Do this whole shit by myself I could die tomorrow, God fucking permit (Yo, this nigga bugging) Check in the inferno and reckon with what I did But I ain't apologizing for getting it how I live The terrapin beat the bunny But not because of its skill Whatever, I'll take the W I'm addicted to wins Sing it like Prince, sink it like Prince Game blouses In the rap game domain My range is unbounded (You want to learn how to rhyme?) Lost my sanity and never found it (You better learn how to add) Aliens from out of state Running up rates in Kings County It's a brick world One-hundred thousand New Yorkers without housing tonight But who's counting? (But who's counting?) Done more niggas foul than a rookie Dave Cowens Might feel a lil' guilty But I love to rap about it This rap infatuation is the source of all my power Got surround sounds causing brown outs Damn son, This beat pounding The second these seconds finish- I grab more It's not if, but when will you become An artist you abhor Me myself and I have established a bad rapport And air each others dirty laundry While collabing on the score and Ant, your mission Should you choose to accept (Tom Cruise, Tom Cruise, Tom Cruise) Direct attention toward Contemporary conflicts and contention I reminisce over ignorance (I reminisce) Before I learned my lesson Now I dread the present as a Consequence of comprehension I'm just fed up with with these federal Debtors stealing our bread (Mm-hm) Pressing us with stresses of money we never spent (Mm-hm) Drop a billion on hunter-killers, bill it as defense (Mm-hm) While the schools is underfunded The rich are fucking the kids I'll explain what I spit Turn 3 letter molecules Into infinite ideas Write a thesis on my weakness While I wipe away my tears With the right amount reverb Depression is nice to hear I got nothing to fear but Feel for niggas who do Conceal they truth and jump through hoops To move through they own Community with impunity Life pro tip: deadass bro Do you Bienvenue To the Terrordome The twenty-twenties done already Took a legend home Wrote this and produced it on my own It's a tribute to him Best option for the team is if I shoot it Isolation clear the lane The MVP is comin thru