Let this beat knock!
1st Verse:
Got me reaching for that higher ground
Cause im seeking that empire sound
A beacon beseechin the region ta keepin the weekend quiet down
(pause)
(haha just kidding)
Turn it up! bout to tell you something
Bout to break all your a**umptions
Bout to show you why we call this musical conjunction
A break in the fake is the way ta negate
On the state of the hate that is sayin to wait
While they later debate on the state of the fate
While the state is innate why they wait at the the gate
Just waitin, scared to go in
Like most of yall when I prepare my flowing
But for real though, cause they scared of what might happen
Of reaching for higher grounds then they fall back on their back when
The grip isn't tight enough, and you know that if you high enough
That if they fall they'll lie in dust because you know the sky is tough
So they hate on the guys who did it
Say they wack cause they wit it
But I just don't think that you get it
You think this sk** you need to check my spoken word
Im tired of all yall looking for that broken verb
And all these rappers talking about how they be smoking herb
I guess it goes to show not everything that's spoke is heard
Not everything that's spoke is heard
That's the word word
2nd Verse:
The section of the lesson im stressin is that obsession
Goes was beyond your actual a conception of progression
If that is your perception im regrettin everything im letting out in this session
Cause if so my bars would be arrestin confession and pointing towards perfection
Why is there pain in this world, because you can't have an exception
When you really think about it man, we're the infection
The k**in of viliians appealing to healing until when
The greatest most chillin of villains is you or your children
And this is the feelin youll have when the floor gets close to the cealin
Cause I ain't tryna win votes, man im tryna win souls
When I hit the Brick its sad how many times Ben Folds
Cross over of life might get your ankle broke
Cause that's how sin rolls
The definition is set to listen to repetition
The rest is fission that let the vision get pushed aside
So I invest in wisdom not impressed with prison
Or impressive dissin of the mission in which I will abide
A guide to the ride iv shy'd from as a youth
Inside they hide a lie that they tell you is the truth
But I the guy that walks with pride to the booth
Inside where I try to show you I am the proof
So I'mma just gonna dance the rest of this one out
In the studio... AKA dorm room, peace