See I considered it broken
Because the mask they'd given cracked a smidgen
Once I had to fit it upon my fat face
At the rat race there ain't no half pacin'
And crippled amongst the walking dead ain't much of a handicap
No one cares what happens in the air if you are not landing that
Standing with your hands to back
Take this ass whoopin' like a muhfuckin' champion
These fists'll show you what handsome is so dance with it
No need to fight the feeling - probably won't run a fair one
Hell, I give it credit for telling me put my hands up
What I invested to wiggle up out the handcuffs
Left me flat broke when it was time to pay the ransom
Like DAMN SON - back to square one with dat lazy ass
Glass full of "I don't know what the fuck you take me as"
Alive and well, right? So goes the eloquence
Pessimist state never could let me just taste relevance
Fine, we can go there, grab yourself a compass
And see if it doesn't shatter fifty leagues into the substance
A couple octaves lower to alarm 'em that the function
Will not be tolerating any form of interruptions
Please. Walk in that crowd rollin' up his sleeves
Spoken like he don't trust most of what he read
Don't worry about the name or what it's supposed to mean
Or why he would describe himself as broken in a theme
(He writes his songs with a drink and a cigarette
A dim light and a feeling of indifference)
So while you sit and ask him why that new isn't finished yet
What the fuck's a Volume Two when you feeling infinite, you diggin' it though?
This is crowd control in it's realest form
Let me see that roof shake like the feeling gone
Want to see you lose your god damn selves
Treat that breakdown like a notch in the belt like
Let me see those hands (AY) Let me see those hands (AY)
Let me see those hands (AY) Let me see those hands (AY)
Let me see those hands (AY) Let me see those hands (AY)
Let me see those hands (AY) Let me see those hands
Bleed...bleed...
Let me see them hands bleed…for something....
What up world: my good bye / my hello
My farewell for now and tell 'em YO
Every moment I invested in it slowed
When it broke every single exception in the mold
Let it go, I ain't been the same man since my fa-…well
Hell, I promised I'd never speak it in song, see along
It's not the verbiage or preachin' keepin' it gone
More of what's the fuckin' point if I'm just reaching it wrong
Because I cauterized that bleeding wound with a cigarette
Washed away the puss with my little bit of whiskey left
In effect, yeah, it probably could of have better spent
Counting down the seconds just waiting for y'all to interject
But get up, up and over it, no one claiming' what noble is
I'm notion-less mobile, only rollin' solely with broken wrists
So when they tell me get a grip, I barely hold a fist
Motion sick, like if I ever told them, then I told them this
This is crowd control in it's realest form
Let me see that roof shake like the feeling gone
Want to see you lose your god damn selves
Treat that breakdown like a notch in the belt like
Let me see those hands (AY) Let me see those hands (AY)
Let me see those hands (AY) Let me see those hands (AY)
Let me see those hands (AY) Let me see those hands (AY)
Let me see those hands (AY) Let me see those hands…
Brush the fuckin' atmosphere - cavalier
Spittin' on your shitty little rap career - Fake grins get cracked veneers
I'm unfitted to stunt with a debunked gimmick
Protection over abstinence baby - come and fucks with it
Still girthy - still makin' it fit
Still your drunk uncle that's stupid facing a fifth
Stumblin' past the throne to find a place I can sit
Where the bras are double Ds and the conversation legit
OH IT'S LIT or so I'm told the cool kids sayin'
Two fistin' that fluid with some smooth shit playin'
So who's dissin'? Well who isn't the new sensation
A few licks in a feud and now you of proof of innovation?
SON PLEASE Keep your tired presence, I'm sleeping giant reppin'
Go die in your dreams or get to creepin' for a fire exit
Like who the fuck you think leavin' seein' what I defend?
If my intention is find contention then I am legend
AWFUL - caps lock them fuckin' 5 letters
Use 'em to hold close to whatever you find precious
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023