GnarLee - Tirade lyrics

[Opening: GnarLee] They ask what's a mob to a king? But what's a king without his ma**es What's an artist without vision Devoid of gla**es and palette? What is slumber to the dreamers? Or Tonsils to the speakers? What's a fanboy without hitting His idols up for a feature? So what's a microphone to GnarLee? Here's some advice before asking me [Verse: GnarLee] You see the mic be a katana I balance up on my shoulder Bars are sharper than you early Morning wake up cup of Folgers Did you find that in my folder? Better known as off the record Go one hundred with no effort And still ain't nobody colder Young samurai gon' be chopping With the shoguns of his time Won't be able to watch the throne anymore With all the lights, uh Spittin' like dealin' My words sound almost illicit Twisted mental had me feeling All of the different visions And I'm still focused, on the pursuit Looking too clean, like a Herschel Ye hater, you gon' know me Oh Lord, I'm wilin' off the 40, hold me Shawty is bumping, she might be Rolling like Lauren You ain't ever seen my sweatin' Too much ambition like Folarin Don't say I changed, I just found out How to be open, and you might be Feeling this flow but asking "What's the importance?" Well Ask yourself what's music to Lee Savage? Is it something like an outlet? More or less something that comes out When the mind is feeling clouded? Is it a plot, or a scheme? Something devoid, of a dream? The path on which he searches For that endless cream? It's not me just tryna make it Or sentiments emptying This is pa**ion, this is drive Simply put, this is everything