The Story of Matches

Uh Kick it with my brodies and my niggas Feel like I'm connecting with a spirit Feel like I'm connecting with a spirit Sane and humane in appearance Sane and humane in appearance Wonder why nobody else can hear it Wonder why nobody else can hear it Here I was, thinking I'm indifferent Here I was, thinking I was Chilling with my brodies and my niggas Vibing with that person in the mirror I just wanna see the bigger picture I just wanna see the bigger picture My demographic Anybody fed up with the plastic Ugh, they call me matches They grab a spliff, mellow out and match to this Look, Dont call me captain My issues with authority is massive Just call me matches And use the flame from my existence to match this Aight, my presence set the mood like a candle Heavy at the handle, I refuse to pass the mantle Cus people get the energies from entities scrambled And end up getting burned just from trinna change the channel Have the tone so hot, the crowd be riding camel But they already wearing jacket, timberland and flannel Change the groove so fast, it's like a comic panel Gelid ass scene, and they just got into they sandles Kick em off the bluetooth, you aint getting aux nomo You ain't welcome to speak at a Ted Talks nomo You ain't authorized to use ya voice box nomo You cant sit at the table with the adults nomo The importance of mood They don't think about how it can change the feel of a room That's why I won't give it to 'em They contradicting the groove I'm steady focusing, hocus pocus Provoking my magic flow Just to pass on to music Know they won't listen to it Unless I'm spazzin', or jabbining Shootin or stabbing the opposition Or clash for masses, making an ass of my passion They say this path is abusive, unless you stay deeply rooted I wonder why do I do this I question, what is success, have I gotten there yet Is success in favor of people as dark as me Or will I never be able to achieve what I dream I guess the only thing to do is grind it out and see Uh Chilling with my brodies and my niggas Washam bruh Drinking like we'll never need a liver I'm down bruh I just wanna see the bigger Chill with that shit bruh I just wanna see the Bro Shut up Uh, Chilling with my brodies and my niggas Washam bruh Vibing with that person in the mirror I'm down bruh I just wanna see the bigger Talk to a nigga bruh I just wanna see the bigger picture Well talk Feel like I'm connecting with a spirit Feel like I'm connecting with a spirit Sane and humane in appearance Sane and humane in appearance Wonder why nobody else can hear it Wonder why nobody else can hear it Here I was, thinking I'm indifferent Here I was, thinking I was Chilling with my brodies and my niggas Vibin with that person in the mirror I just wanna see the bigger picture I just wanna see the bigger picture My intuition Warn me without a vivid description My different senses I'm on a mission Classification forbade the mention The Consequences I'm hella pensive Meditate daily to keep my senses Put up defenses Cus in my mission I fail if I ever succumb to tension Hence this Yung, I take a breather like an addict I gotta have it If I don't get it, I get problematic Addictive qualities are all amassing I need a wiff of that Smooth Jazz and Poet Classic I wanna feel like the cool man that's bagging ratchets I wanna at least smell oxygen wrapped in plastic What you mean all you got is frustration in a napkin These other dealers is trash, they don't compare to Matches That nigga Matches had it packed in a bong Stashed in his back with a pack of what ever feel that you want And that was just his cologne He had the whole city on, and got the money to franchise to the country and more He fucking opened a store, he called that fucker The Fuze The whole collection of moods was all shyt that you would never get from copying fools Disappeared outta nowhere, and aint appear on the news The city reverted crude, wondering what happened to 'em Some say the Government merked em for never paying the tax Or they stole mood from the hood, just so they could sell it back Some say his homies aint homies and they all went on attack But come to think of it, we never seen them boys after that Some say whoever really knew the man was coocoo Nobody really know who Matches was, do you? Not a living soul knows what happened to the mood guru But that type of shyt occurs in the city of Voodoo Chilling with my brodies and my niggas Washam bruh Drinking like we'll never need a liver I'm down bruh I just wanna see the bigger Chill with that shit bruh I just wanna see the Bro Shut up Uh, Chilling with my brodies and my niggas Washam bruh Vibing with that person in the mirror I'm down bruh I just wanna see the bigger Talk to a nigga bruh I just wanna see the bigger picture Well talk Feel like I'm connecting with a spirit Feel like I'm connecting with a spirit Sane and humane in appearance Sane and humane in appearance Wonder why nobody else can hear it Wonder why nobody else can hear it Here I was, thinking I'm indifferent Here I was, thinking I was Chilling with my brodies and my niggas Vibing with that person in the mirror I just wanna see the bigger picture I just wanna see the bigger picture