[Intro: Bilal Ndongo (îota)]
I'm glad you could all make it out
And um when you dip
If you satisfied with what you have please tell a friend
I'll be here all week
(Alright)
Now over there, I got my momma's antique tea set
There's some marbles over there in the corner
And some freeze dried rations over there
We got uh, uh, a couple of knick·knacks and-
(Hey whats-)
Nah dont- dont touch that
[Verse 1: Tek]
f** what you think about me
Bet I been thinking worse
I tried to single out me
I tried to k** it out me
Put the flame upon it
I put combustion in percussion put my name up on it
[Break: Bilal Ndongo]
Hey, hey
That's not for sale
[Verse 1: Tek]
Now I claim somethin I could cave under, I could slip
Or I could shape out of, I could stay smothered under bliss
Or I could
Listen to my records on repeat
Reminisce on when my wreckage was complete
Not a rapper in your section could compete
I tried to cultivate it, lot had culminated tween the peaks
I tried to hone that, refine and mold that
You bit your sh**, you better own that
Now don't atone that, my blood had dissipated
Two of em booked for nothing, and they bungee corded
I couldn't cut it
[Verse 2: Amani Fela]
Probably not a human
Hardly do he profit off the truth and
Karma he refuse for deuce chakras for some smooches
Loose ends tend to follow never lose him
The conditioned sit in sorrow as the rules bend
(bend bend bend)
Who's turn to reign supreme?
Who's earned the right to preach bout life and what it seems like?
On the inside and out
Not he who bouts perfect scene
Not he who moves with the serpent through his dreams
Fervently urgency pulses through his veins
Words he speak burst up into flames
He never had a name
Only had a label
His memories act as tornadoes s**ing him in
The raw thought of his loss feel like puncturing skin
Temptation governing and its troubling him
But f** it he pretend to paint as the most comfortable
Holding onto anything that will love him most
[Bridge: Sau]
[Outro: Tek]
Double back on, double back on
Vindications been dictated
What I help you through? Not a damn thing
On the drink I called all desperate
From the brink you hauled my a** up
And I clipped your sh** with intention
And I blink, act shocked you messed up