Michael Giwa-Amu - Get With The Program lyrics

[Intro: Canva**e] Canva**e interrogation, take one [Verse 1: Canva**e] Descendants of Romulus so who tryna rumble with us, fat chance do your cherry pickers, the merry wisher, the Larry winners stopping pickets, urban ghetto 101 so y'all better listen Under aegis of lyricism we the HS Traveled many seas learning rules of Pythagoras My angles right, high on the wings of Pegasus, call my name thrice stay in the dark whistling f** with I'm gon burn with the acetylene In sync wit real sh** even when not spitting Sobriety in the booth it's just candor Exposing the fact that defactos ain't factors Coup de grace the defectors & fake n**s Cause dem boys got to underrate like six My sh** jumping over zeniths and the iris Of cyclops and myopic n***as prying Mobbing like pirates, in a pastiche with a lab coat on commanding sounds it's Simon Sigh at my records made without explorers, and who brought new ill to this country like Soya Stay sore-in, they hiding mail like Mulan Fugazi n***as, got to leave like dicotyledons On billboards, they wanted Billabong The industry is a candle to a swarm of moths [Hook: Canva**e] So just put one up, then a deuce deuce up Shaded by money trees, my n***as know what's up Good and bag knowledge, tuxedo wearing monsters Helpless orphans, who can't wait to see a coffin (See) I Play my part for' my eyes low No time to waste in this time zone I Play my part for' my eyes low No time to waste in this time zone [Verse: 2] Highs lows, chastising Jezebels and Diablos Queued tips evident that the AB blows Stract of course, the only course of action is strapped up force Acid domes, blue litmus when active with pa**ive tones Pa** the throne, lap y'all that lack with the lances & lacid chrome Placid but rapid, with rackets at ba*tard braggadocios Whiter than Caspar in caskets Pinocchio n***as, vapid but rapping for jackets, but this fantastic black kid, back in, this sh**, like Hakeem, savage with torpedoes Mastered the cla**ics and Ca**ius so pa**ing the planet of axis to trappers of Indigo HiiSociety can't burn like Abednego Ma**es were laughing and aphids were stacking, but a**ets are avid and we made it on our own On a roll, it you flaccid you blasted, it's, a bad habit, but the rabid think they're dope Invalid, leave your face plastered, the ma**ive damage left your heads scattered out the guillotine basket, on the floor You static, on the low, faith sealed like envelope, on your zeniths, and I've barely scratched the facet, y'all n***as stuck in traffic and the red ain't optional, blood spilled is optimal, better get ya constable [Hook: Canva**e] So just put one up, then a deuce deuce up Shaded by money trees, my n***as know what's up Good and bag knowledge, tuxedo wearing monsters Helpless orphans, who can't wait to see a coffin (See) I Play my part for' my eyes low No time to waste in this time zone I Play my part for' my eyes low No time to waste in this time zone [Verse 3: Hybrid] I'm elevated, feeling obnoxious I'm like a preacher let my words sink in your subconscious You feeling nauseous, did you take a pill from Morpheus? Catch you living in an alternate life so all your sh** is pretentious Nah, what you know about numbers about the matrices faces so many bills they mistook me for the god of many faces I can never be a racist, all white but all the windows are tinted, so you always seeing my reflection Don't be alarmed I took a piece outta the pound cake, got my Ray Bans customized so I recognize fake True story been on the hills before now I can't see my faces like my skin fell off Might be the heat or something, guess I'm the hottest n***a now recording, smelling cheese like I was born a rodent No Ab-Soul, but I pray my absolution received Whether you Blood or Crip it's still red we bleed, good grief Uh, going back in Most of these raps are written sitting on a toilet seat, so you can say my flows the sh** but speaking metaphorically Really there's no comparison, truth be told they say I stink my voice is deep I couldn't sing and now they all up on my dick Yeah I've been around for a while but does that really matter These n***as coughing on my lines like they got cancer I'm irrational, that's why I always speak the truth Your own homies snitching on you they ain't got a clue And that's the truth, Cloud Nine