Locksmith - Freestyle on Shade 45 w/ Kay Slay lyrics

OK. Kay Slay. Locksmith Lofty Goals Check it out, look Allow me to paraphrase the apparent phase I peddle toward A space between chasing my dreams and what I'll settle for Every new tier in my career is more clear Focus on my core and keep these executives on a tether cord I said it for a reason mind you People speculate, but to myself is the only label I'm signed to And I don't feel the need to precede, I'm reserved hardly Do all the work and receive proceeds from a third party? That's absurd sorry. I just prefer to be heard, bar me Rappers sign and disappear commandeer a search party Search far beyond the farce that you fraudulently falsified A false guy you fabricatin' the fate that you toss aside I a**ault your pride. Calling the lie like “what's untrue” They rappin' with such uncouth They bending like hut 1-2 No tellin' just what some do We shun artists and praise social media starlets No judging, I'd probably f** one too This is here. This is now. This is how we are viewed We cop shoes before food cause our values are skewed We spend bread to get braids it's inbred we've been bred We've been fed and misled. We duck shots to miss lead With this said, I'm tryin' to paint this as clear as possible Some people are roadblocks I had to steer those obstacles I will not let it swerve me like the clergy to the flock Or the distorted plot they try to smear this gospel through My lyrical and vocal expression has never been questioned. I know what it's worth You cannot define or try to confine what is inside or try to pervert But if it's this lame I will disclaim with a disdain from a distance Saying his name and a diss may I would display showing dismay But on this day, my total intention toting the totem you hold for suspension I'm engrossed in my own convictions I know that my foes are stricken with jealousy and contingency Stalking my timeline, but make sure they never mention me Lyrically there's no comparing I How come you don't collab more Lock? In three words: n***as is terrified I terrorize any rapper on any issue f** a taste-maker, cut off his tongue and tell him to wish you Rappers use big words but don't be saying much To overcompensate for the music they had to rush Instead of creating ways to convey what they feel as such They try to over complicate in their lyrics and that's a crutch Clutching your notepad you're so mad that you pretend So you spit the most far-out sh** that you can pen But when you try to sound smart without substance in your art You're just as bad as the swagged out rappers that you condemn Then, a fan once wrote: “We sick of gimmicks, see? You gotta be controversial and diss ‘em for empathy” But if I only become worthy by giving you controversy Then in reality the only real gimmick is me I don't need a sales pitch from some executive with a lisp Trying to teach me how to tweet or consulting my status I've been at this thing for so long with practice I could practically do a show anywhere on the atlas If you at this n***a better believe that you at risk Of being physically shunned. I've become what I had dissed I used to criticize others for lack of lyrical depth Now I realize there's more than one way to earn your respect They say I was slept on. I kept on I painted the picture you sketched on I feel like these rappers are so full of gas that they swallowed a gla** full of Techron Respect gone so you hustle for lots of loot I'd rather be known as unknown than known as a prostitute Look Would you rather be a who*e or a slave? Would you rather be ignored or betrayed? Would you rather be gathered amongst cadavers covered in lime and forced to redefine whatever law you praise? That's the promise that they give and expect you to choose Between the lesser of two evils in the hopes to confuse The mad sheep while they bathe in they own fecal Consuming the residue of revenue from the folks they abused Now let's define who 'folks' is Folks is me and you in the lower bracket where most live That don't give a sh** that morality's in fatigue Only imagery created by corporations and showbiz And whether you know this and focus Whoever the foe is and fold this You try to invoke which can never be noticed So note this and put it in BOLD PRINT The minute you go vent They try to establish that you was a savage the minute you try to expose this If I follow a trend and try to pretend once I essentially shoot myself for a fee One thing that I've learned in the last ten months My only true competition is me One minute they praise you, next minute they haze you Either you underground or you a sell-out joke Cause there's never been a rapper with my lyrical talent that has proven he can equally balance between both I revoke any label or category you dealin' with People need boxes and other people to fill 'em with Pa** me off as one of the other instead of building with That's the ignorance that I turn around and k** 'em with Then I turn around and still em with: "Word on the street my n***a is that you been a b**h" You wanna revolution, let's see What better place to start with Kay Slay and me?