Outpost - Crumbs lyrics

[Intro (Overlapped with Hook): Breez Evahflowin'] You ain't getting my publishing. f** that. Holding my publishing, n***a. Hehe. All n***as got right now is crumbs. Nah'mean? How we gon' eat off that? You're talking ‘bout paying me for my publishing? sh**. This sh** is very real out here. This sh** is almost everything we got. This is everything we got, n***a [Hook: Samples with DJ Static Scratches] "Born in the ghetto, it's hard to survive" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star" "Out in new york, the same sh** is going on" - Sample from Nas's "One Love" "I wanna make money, so I gotta pay dues" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star" "I try to appreciate but I deserve more" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star" “Living in the ghetto" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star" "And nighttime is more trife than ever" - Sample from Nas's "One Love" "These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes" - Sample from Melachi the Nutcracker on Group Home's "Supa Star" "Represent to the fullest" - Sample from Nas's "One Love" [Verse 1: Breez Evahflowin'] Look who won another battle. Pick the circle. The Kodak kid Picture-perfect. But all that did was chip the surface You all that, kid, until you get the curtains. Go home, get up, get out And get to working. No time to be wasting Family anxious from second probation Seeds in a separate location. So many needs I'll be trees, Everblowing from patience (Spark it up) Light it up and I k** it (Whoo!). I lived 8 Mile Except I ain't light enough to fulfill it (Nah) Just another black speck on the chart without a Second of thought. Spark on those disrespecting my art Hold gems and God's gold and God gon' get it back Murdering another track. Manhood intact (For real) Stocking caps and bats for shock-value raps Escapism (What?). Send ‘em to a state prison Emcees become a vision of a rape victim We could debate until you faint from this hate venom We know what all that bullsh**'s doing to the hood (Keep it real). But who got enough strength in him? It ain't Christ. Don't be thanking him (Nah). Your reward Is for opening the door, letting Satan in (Go to Hell) Am I a fool for my faith in men? As I finish My thoughts (What?), fit at the stores for the face again (Come on) [Verse 2: Phase 1] Have you seen destiny's face? ‘Til then, take a look at ours It's like future in the palms, a forewarned prologue in the song Characteristics of the plague of bubon deadly. Giving life Through the sight of what my foot set upon. I'm medleys Still building from crumbs. Look at The fortress abroad, the high rise of pain Eyes illustrious, looking. This game's for the taking Phase a born thief, take time opportune and Peep new heights, reach. Arrest me, your honor If you don't hold me back now, we'll be the ones being honored That's the first example of power. Crimple these bums Stomping them out, calling stepping stones out of the slums The toy soldiers. Are we just like s** on Third rails? You could say we something shocking to see Picture a broad taking this art from me. That's like betraying The loyal, calling a gangster by his government name I'm the walking, fiery flame (No h*mo) Call this sneak preview “Dead Evil Hip Hop Promo” Put strength in the weak. I get my rents to fix a Loose lip for a lack of elite. On loose leaf I claim the reign as a chief. After me, I could tell That the Devil ain't lasting weeks (Come on) [Verse 3: Swave Sevah] Yo, I think I deserve more (Don't you?). I'll be juggling words Spitting witty punchlines that be puzzling nerds (Get it straight) My flows are tight, back and leave you hugging the beat (Uhh) Still, you give me crumbs to eat like a bum in the street (What the?). Now what I'ma survive off? I got a habit to support, family to provide for (And feed ‘em). I'm ‘bout to be a crime lord Getting too old to wait for opportunity to knock at my door Load up the handguns, cannons, and missiles I'm ‘bout to introduce you to a n***a with issues (What now?) Type to cast the first stone, set off the ripple Laugh when it get gritty, say, “What's up?” to a n***a I crippled To get him mad, steaming-hot, blood boiling If only he could walk again. He wants revenge Trust me: with my bad temper, you'd rather have me Releasing the music than releasing abusive I'll have some n***a leaking their fluids. f** being Head of the cla**—I should be teaching these students (I'm the teacher) I'ma push units. I'm a dependable writer (Yup) And all I need is one shot like a serial sniper You won't regret it. Everything is copacetic Hear us out one time, dogs (One chance). You won't forget it And if I happened to confuse ya, pardon me I'm just more stoned than a dude that just looked at Medusa (Ha)