Gabe Nandez - Bats lyrics

What's the use in Making moves that reduce 'em Missed the clues now the clues shift Laying in the tomb tomb too thick Clear as the days fade away Night strike at your eye sight till your blind like mice in the twilight phase My life made in design i pave How you define what you couldn't find in the haze Why, i, stumble upon omens at day Folding the corners that's holding the page How you ever get past what you living? Anytime you on task anytime you fall back if they put you on blast could you feel it? Instability inclined No i mean literally be slipping every time Figure many shapes take form in the dark Under one kind of vapour that form in the talk that That speak that, snap dreams that, leave a motherf**er trapped where he sleep at Ain't nobody could have actually seen that Which is remember as unseen it would seem that It's so difficult, to break through the mould of an institute Ive been introverted, out thunk the system With much persistence i f** the system From the cortex to the chest then out the mouth into the beat Through the time warp this rhyme talk the only sidewalk that's keeping 'em off of the street How you break through, trynna pay your dues that's wasn't payed to I take it that fate make what the fate do and fate never loose it couldn't cause it choose what it's all about Making the cut like you really did I'm in your guts like you getting sick Broken open crushed what you couldn't grip Pour benny in the cup more plenty get me f**ed up, shut the lid I begin to ride out as soon as i find that carriage In this finite marriage, in between lines that define how i met 'em Confined by pleasure, make you climb high into heavens Scum of the earth they can't slide in the resin See me get by, 3 hundred and six five days at a time How the f** you want truth when you run under the roof when you hear it? And everybody want youth, nobody getting used to losing the only proof that was written Blood put the sweat in the tears Thugs put the slugs in your neck cause you here Bigger n***a tell the little n***as get dough Little n***as k**ing bigger n***as get pro Couldn't get grown in a zone so small So you flip this dope till the zone all yours Cause the bricks hit home like a doorbell do They're clocking your property with the Orwell tools But it's cool, I don't need a mule f** 40 acres I don't even need to choose In between the womb and the west of the world I'm an extraterrestrial meshed in the twirl Real n***as ain't smart, n***a, not at all Real n***a don't think fake n***a like art real n***a just ball Some people may crawl dumb people stay stalled them people get gone Me i got balls and my word is my law yo that's word to the gods