Ianesco - Solace lyrics

[Intro] Yo, it's Ianesco You know we got that one take flow You know sometimes, I just like to sit in my room I'm not trying to talk to nobody Just trying to do my motherf**ing thing Yo, check it out now [Hook 1] I take solace, I take solace I take solace, solace, solace I got a phone but don't call it, hey don't call it Hey don't call it, call it, call it I take solace, from the demons outside Take solace, from the demons in my mind Take solace, and I cuddle with the rhyme And yeah motherf**ers, I will bubble up in time [Verse 1] I take solace, to take wallets From fake prophets, who ain't honest, they hate my scripts Leaving 'em straight starving, I ain't Marvin, but I am Up in my room, shrooms got it looking like King Tut's tomb If you don't know, what the f** is you doing? Better figure it out, 'fore your a** in ruins I will trigger the doubt in the dudes that's truant Shirking their duty, but not pa**ing cla**es Professor of this rap sh**, A+ average Rappers be faker than them rayon fabrics Acting like Quakers whenever they face static Or when the mic's pa**ed, sh**, they get pa**ive So go do your math and, come back with fat sh** Until then, say "amen" to my pen I'm seduced by the dark side, Kylo Ren I expose those fakes like Kawhi Len Better run a different play, championship sh** is my DNA So he could go all the way, hey [Hook 2] I take solace, I take solace I take solace, solace, solace I got a phone but don't call it, hey don't call it Hey don't call it, call it, call it I take solace, from the demons outside Take solace, from the demons in my mind Take solace, and I cuddle with the rhyme And yeah motherf**ers, I will bubble up in time (x2) [Verse 2] Kevin Owens of this rap sh** Pop up from the gutter with a bludgeon for you ba*tards With more styles than A.J., one trick ponies Be thinking they in their heyday, 'til I kick sh** like Pele Jack of all trades, and a master of some Not out of this world, but I crashed at the sun I'm an a**hole to some, and a best friend to others Perception is a tricky motherf**er, made that sh** my lover Scary thing to utter is my run's just getting started Ivy League MC, 'cause out my mouth I'm shooting darts kid I'll pick apart the carca**es, this is not An exercise in harmlessness, more like an exorcism But I am the demon and I'm coming back to get 'em Sitting in the schism, waiting for my victims Somewhere between wisdom and foolishness You either siding with him, or sprinting Like you was breaking out of prison But hey, enough with the riddles Just listen to the motherf**ing rhythm Mmm, and I'ma motherf**ing get 'em