Curses - Sidewalk Philosophies lyrics

Yo Quasimodo mojo, flow so wrong Partly slow-mo, no more ho so I be gone Tomorrow morn, that's when I be on Wake and bake this shake, make a Baker track and vomit on it Call her Common, comment if you catch Smoke it down to the next Get a text, quick delivery "You've got mail" Call it symmetry Explanation now about the same of each be leaving Like good evening, what'chu breathing peace the heathen, with some vegan Erry f**ing season You know that we've been Debating levels you ain't never ever seen Mind-states so unreal you could derive them from a fiends Screams in their dreams, nightmares specifically Vivid descriptions, wickedly painting pickettry Making me sick with the, controversy on rickety Set ups for sticky icky tree, these laws are starting to get with me Cause how the f** were you born with this damn authority? Get up out my face you f**ing prick or quit ignoring me Human whether cop, C.E.O. or sorority Chasing contentment, bent on where the glory be Much like back when I was in quarantine, you're boring me Question my credentials? Ask me what my story be It's full of Philosophies all conceived from the sidewalk I'd usually watch myself speak, long before I'd talk Angels on me creep, but daemons I'd stalk I've dug deep learning to fly... Clock is but a painting ever changing much like art When you start to see the artists f**ing mind as much a part As the start or even the finish, a martyr all for your image Imagine us in a scrimmage Isn't it Humorous, you and us, that's me, myself, and yo And we ain't even been up on the flow since after 94 Oh no, slowly youngins are coming but they can't compete with the old Still we all know good and bad are a show of affection, perception, obsession they tow So, here we go, close your eyes and try to throw Bring darkness to the light and find the fight or flight controlled Ascend the river, roll slow, tender with her solo Tend to give a low blow, cause life's a b**h say no more About Philosophies all conceived from the sidewalk I'd usually watch myself speak, long before I'd talk Angels on me creep, but daemons I'd stalk I've dug deep learning to fly, I've walked Through the valley of the shadow of d**h Angel on my right, angel on my left But no amount of guidance could have helped I miss-stepped And so kept regret, which lead me to my depth Where I learned Philosophies all conceived from the sidewalk I'd usually watch myself speak, long before I'd talk Angels on me creep, but daemons I'd stalk I've dug deep learning to fly, I've walked Through the valley of the shadow of d**h Angel on my right, angel on my left But no amount of guidance could have helped I miss-stepped And so kept regret, which lead me to my depth