Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Style Wars lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers] I want to thank God for this vibe I'm just laid up high Thinkin' "f** a job, I'd rather boss up on Something I believe in" Sonic and aesthetically pleasing n***as claiming they the best while Rakim still breathing Do your Googles n***a I'm in control of things God and I move together as two Manifesting the moves Steady blessing the crew We worry ya with the rhyming Shoutouts to Oakland, but the warriors from Coney Island On them roof tops, lit one up for 2Pac 'Cause this is murder rap Thinking how quick we grew up, low-key insane My best friend she snort 'caine, guess life was like a dice game Should I risk it with the biscuit? That's when the cops came The dynamic of my whole block changed Yo it's a John Stark reality, New York mentality Faded and miseducated, twenty-four years he made it Now n***as can express they selves, yo Sometimes I need to be alone Turn off the MP', shut off my phone and just zone I think of home when I need to be strong We're rolling up, no more hitting the bong It's just different phases I'm on, when I be writing these songs You can hear my heart sing the tales of the light that the dark bring The dark sing pain and prosperity Chopped the new shipment now I got all my equipment So I'm plotting on some necklaces, Mercedes or the Lexus sh**? You could see it in my eyes, I got n******gish endeavors They gon' try to hide or make it sound clever While the metronome tick like a fake Rolex I'm wondering who hoes next I just wanna f** you, singing a** b**h Don't take the curve personal, I'm just not tryna work with you I'mma be stunting on all the lame n***as who pa** me When me and Sylvie drop Ashley, it's no more being ashy, huh And that's my word I been fiendin' for progress as much as dollars f** that tee, rock a collar A business man is always proper I can't listen to what they taught ya My flow is as pure as your daughter on her way to kindergarten Now the conflicts is starting, and everybody watching Plus your desire to be poppin' Could have the illest n***a out here weighing his options We past the days of "Yes, y'all and" Most of my heroes ain't balling, they falling Step behind with the law Can you [?] and still score? But what's the higher level if your sh** ain't real But my n***as be like playing they selves to have ma** appeal [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Style Wars, it ain't even 'bout the bars no more n***as just show boat, but really they got no flow Mainstream sailing, gently down the stream Flopping out the waterfall, a dollar and a scheme But what does it all mean? Let's take a dive deep way beneath the surface You see, it's clowns in the circus and they all lack purpose Oblivious to what worth is I'm Sirius, the brightest of 'em when it comes to spittin' verses I been sicker than your average, it's practice Nowadays rap is just deadbeats and ad-libs It's backwards, these ba*tards just disrespect the art that the forefathers never even pa**ed 'em It's blasphemy, I gotta blast 'em I see through your act, homie, can't school me on pa**ion I'm about that action They talk just to get a reaction Me? I stay powered up, no battery acid Sheesh, haha, You feel me like Smooth flow just to get them limbs relaxing Cut cla** just to give you these cla**ics My homie Chuck Strange told me shoot that actress I said I move slow just to cruise through traffic