Ess - Never take too much lyrics

[Verse 1: Humble the Poet] You see the world is all a hustle and your faith is just a muscle Let's see you flex or let atrophy kick in And then the apathy begins. Creeping in, seeping in I'm weeping when I hear about ladies in Haiti feeding their babies mud I'm talking dirt cookies, have to pay for f**ing dirt cookies Have to buy the f**ing dirt to make the f**ing dirt cookies Use the sun to bake the f**ing dirt cookies Wait, relate, debate. Rookies Shake the way you think and thank your lucky stars That you're a lucky star. What's at stake took me A couple summers to drum up the sum of what I've become Now I'm on the come up. We run up on dumb and dumbers And wake them up from their slumbers Number never lie, but they can bend the truth Rhyme to strum guitar strings of frustrated youth And babies of the 80's Who maybe, like me, been lately innately feeling greatly Disenchanted, disenfranchised, disemboweled Disrespected, disconnected, disavowed From the crowd, silent screams endowed, without a voice or choice But homey we can't live without them, so we're taking them by force/ Just remember never take too much Always remember, never take too much [Hook: Ess] Hey, no, no, no, hey, don't you take Be on your way and be thankful when you wake Just remember, don't you, don't you, don't you Ever take too much [Verse 2: Noyz] We're the misunderstood and overlooked Underdogs who overtook the castle Disentangle the shackles they meant to hold us Put the shrapnel in the heart of the leader Just for the non-believers thinking we'd retreat in the battle, marching to freedom We're the children of the proletariat who broke the lariat To overthrow the master and drove in his stolen chariot Iscariots abound on precarious grounds I'm dodging various rounds on nefarious areas Burying these skeletons of who I used to be Because truthfully, I couldn't just deposit them in my closet An eulogy was just never written, so I let attrition settle Now my level's lifting past the descriptions that they resemble And I fight with my back to these tight ropes Tight yokes that blight throats Suffocate us from singing the right notes Write hope over the drummer's cadence when some are fading I left from under shade and I'm running in thunder raining And we're dancing in the downpour, traveling man With baggage in hand, I drag it on my route north Abandon their plans for ground floor Made our own blue prints, and no excuses Knowing we're bound for a new height That's why they told us to know the ledge Because you never know the size of the drop below the edge So just remember, never take too much Always remember, never take too much! [Hook]