Illogic & Blockhead - Neva Heard lyrics

It's illogic, warrup blockhead Yo, check me out Conscious with a purpose, the undeniable Viable franchise, spit the verses Primadona rhymers lost they lip gloss in their purses Now their stories make up don't glisten as much Even know they touched up they blush babblin On the road traveling Thinking of ways to make my days more extravagant Heard that crime pays, but it's only a below average Rather grow old, chillin with my children Eating sandwiches on the porch with my beat up Than be in the streets with savages looking for scraps to eat up Though patience is a virtue, I'm running out of it They gotta get, back to the basics Cause walking in place starting to wear To thread on my exits Ageless pages, keep the eternal It's a challenge within itself A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness and its health That's obvious, common sense, way too intense for settle this You riding the things for lighting incense While I make my pick Side chosen, sparkin wicks, set of dynamite sticks I'm holding T minus 10, and blowing Watch for the shrapnel that spreads Try to adapt to length and the lax of luxury It seems that when I woke from my dreams Nobody's touching me Have to guard to turn my dreams to reality Suddenly gluttonies, everybody's favorite sin Mouths full with them... Open your eyes, the rich get their checks from the wealthy To have a clock and then watch them break your spirit But you left with no options when you acknowledge a gla** ceiling Shattered shards, slicem e up something crazy But baby I'm healing fast Every lap is a band aid, I never embrace fear Cause I'm beyond all the things that man made A diggin the life of the nicest right that you never heard