P. Jones - The Calm lyrics

[Intro] Pete Flux DJ Parental And this is the calm [Verse 1] Mama said there'll be beats like this So ya boy knock em dead, then I'll rewrite his Tory, get the glory with the green light lit From Kalhex, flow break necks Of people that they've met Not feeble what we rep while k**ing instrumentals Vocals overseas to Paris and Parental Get the ball rolling, leaving em all open If the beat had a face, the sh** would be all swollen My punches come in bunches and I'm eating n***as lunches With the bars made of tungsten cause the sh** is just my function Didn't understand? I'll lower the speed Flowing with ease cause I know what you need Positive vibes that'll go with cha weed No need to hold it in, you've been told you can breathe So go and exhale while a n***a set sail Got my rhymes on lock and I haven't set bail [Hook] (x2) Hip hop lives, I coulda sworn! I've been waiting for this since I was born Now my entity is formed And this is the calm before the storm [Verse 2] Building from the bottom and no sight of the top But I think that I'm a problem and I might have a shot Of getting to that paper, own my forty acres Inhale the vapors, never feeling greater Sadly not my current situation Deterrents I am facing, watch the burning of my nation Mind blurs on occasion, what I'm burning is amazing I digress, I sigh less with this heart in my chest It's pumping, beat bumping, this sh** is what I rep Watch me straighten out the joint just like a tricep Then I move along, another groovy song I'm rookie of the year until I'm proven wrong Careful with my crumbs, live with no regrets My competition's all thumbs like they over text Keep smiling everyday cause I know I'm blessed Proving it's a must to add Flux to your rolodex [Hook] (x2) [Bridge] (x2) Make your luck, when times are tough We grind enough, we climbing up [Verse 3] Was a jack of all trades, but a master of none In my basketball days I was rapping for fun Now I'm scheming always and I'm pa**ive to some Cause I'm chilling all blazed tryna stack up the funds From the tracks getting made while I battle my lungs And this is not a phase, so I grapple the rungs On the ladder to success, isn't in my clutch yet Bars make you wobble like you listening to dub step Move, while I'm spitting to the rhythm Every time it's fresh when I bless, it's a given I gotta blow up and that's word to my mom For now, let's experience the calm [Hook] (x2)