Cadence Weapon - Messages Matter lyrics

when i spit, the words: they glisten cause where i'm from all the birds say "listen" and what the f** is that suppose to mean? i don't respond to emoticons or emotions what a notion, as your brain pans through the locomotion a key mouse and pad is said spoken, my friends do this the peg you with one ways, i got your message late....i was still on the subway and people, they don't laugh anymore they use acronyms to make their opinions known this why i might stay home for the next couple weeks and retreat to my forms of beats, rhymes and life i lift up the phone like every f**ing night Jim Kenny: stop pushing those bu*tons all the time i use to be a baller, now i'm bringing my C game i know that my song is a screen name now girls love to be photographed this is a fact that can't be contested by the constraints of femininity in society it's not that far from how everyone's a DJ and how every single party is destined to be great my bulletin board is on the baller block another chopper, stalker from calling it holler-talk to the dude with the novel tattoos, you know played out: outside, played out: inside stay out in nights, pageants streets of rays whisper in my ear about the beats on stage and don't blow me off like a dandelion man, he tried to tell me that his DJ crew was incredible, you know... hyphy!!! see i really don't get what that means out of context but either way, misa**ociate songs with s** and talk to me like russel right on my d**h day you make me wanna tussle with a bed frame like... my checking styles forward like Mike Peca right rip, tight lip with hi-sticks up i met a girl at the states i wanted to pick up so i'm like "Baby, let me be yr glowing puck " and she says "WTF?" in terms of abbreviation that's when i say my cellphones biller's a mess but i get pa** stress through a keyboard press and meet girls on the internet that wanna get blessed and i met one the other day, she was too hood to true she was too good to be new....goods so i ran her through the scanner of my choice i held her like a banner for my boys i think she checks out like a Betty Ford, Eddie who*e"s mettle with my gerbils, send my ba**es of the board i face a rancor, a matron at a store to base myspace with graces is the paces i award ya!