developmental '12

Pen and Paper Pen and vapor, Mind and Matter (Never mind) It doesn't matter Mastermind behind the platter of cadavers chit-chatters (Pitter patter) Climb the ladder to later find (What) That you gotta get fatter masses Fanbases to keep the basin from leaking Leaving the scene, now scatter (Plot the climaxes) Mind and Body, Matter and Soul Black holes absorbing all of the scatter-brained cranes Drained by pain in a dark room Seeing through the cracks, no light Ignite a match, between a knave and knight Night time, moon shine, knight in shining armor I'm the armwar, wardrobe for battle War-drones, the cattle's the target De-part them in publics, put them on the wall Marty Python grip, Black Talon eagles, black market pets Farmer pests, scarecrow, if you dare grow crops Crop out the eagles nest Crop out the people next Control the feeble rest If mind is at an idle rest It doesn't matter if the idols try to de-test If the soul can pass the test Then break every body's necks instead Pens and Power Pens devour, Mind and Body (Soul) And sold the rest by the end of the hour Now everything's ours, for the possesion Papers and Progression... You know how that go (Developmental Once upon a time... irrelevant) The powers that rest in me, By the hour are getting greater These cowards are testing me, I see em hating on my vapor Rather see cops arresting me, Than me getting my paper So I don't trust these mothafuckas shouting they real Really some fakers, don't give a f*ck bout how they feel I'll hit you up later, right now I'm tryna get a meal prepared That I can share with the people I been starving with Coming for the top diners with the people I started with At the bottom of Laurel Hill, where I recorded this, with my niggas Talking 'bout how we want our portions of the lotto Rolling papers full of the jack-pot, going by the motto To live today like it's yesterday and setup for tomorrow Either it comes or it doesn't, but we building as we go Whether we must or we mustn't, we gonna let the people know When the time comes, we'll be coming round the mountain in the snow Cone'n raw papers full of dank, Deposit some paper at the bank Take enough for food and a full tank, then hit the road Tripping as we go, tanks ain't fitting as we grow Every time I see daylight, I gotta thank G O D I feel like splurging and purging my wallet is od Just some new shoes for my peers, and a couple pairs for og (All out of love) Family don't owe me nothing, turned into something Now these bitches gonna know me (Hear me) Cause it's levels to this shit, but ain't no rules up in this bitch So I'm hopping from level 1 to level 106 and parking there, BET Ain't no meter for getting rich, so I'll take my time rolling papers And then i'm sparking there homie, Dare me