Skywlkr - The Abandonment of Ticonderoga lyrics

[Verse 1: Jamz] My brainchild is framed now, so its really on Reporting live from a level that you're not nearly on Yeah, it's been delayed By my outta pocket tuition But it's cool, no cuttin school No clouds in ambition Jamz be that MC, like alphabet soup I got the power, I'm a problem, its gotta be Q My cool breeze gotcha showered in honesty that fuels my flight Rough around the edges, I don't gotta be Smooth Through the friends, and strangers, the way the posse cut I dropped Goin Up, and them n***as got me up I'm the best in the league off the interlude Told ya time and time again, you'll never find an iller dude World champ QB No Drew Brees No black & gold I stay on my green like blue cheese @DamnJamz, got em blowing up the twitter Defecating in ya faces, blowing up the sh**ter, gross Don't be bitter, my n***as just get better To tell it true you rappers pointless as thin sweaters Or white crayons, no I'm not Akon But I should be a convict for all these tracks I slay on On and ima stay on Door to door like Avon But I'm pushin audio dope, I gets my weight on The success of my labor was latent Now I'm ditching Ticonderoga, I'm bic'n, Papermate'n Paper-chasin, pa**ion burning, Jamz determined To be Jamz, nothin else, should see his a** in person They say he's quiet, reserved, keeps to himself Ain't gotta say sh**, cuz real sh** speaks for itself Are you listening, n***a? I don't speak for my health Tryna bring revolution, have us bleeding of wealth Negative n***as talkin down, think less than nothing of it They say I'm corny, check my tweets, see I f**ing love it But I embrace my flaws improve on what I can Yet at the days end, I'm only just a f**ing man They been on it, since back when we dropped that Designer The wait is over n***a, Jennifer Hudson, Rihanna She got on her f** me pumps, not tryna oblige her Cuz I been hustlin, no lustin, not much time for vagina They tell me slow down, no catch up, I'm next up, and next after the next n***a, undoubtedly the best, n***a From the coochie, to the soil I elevate So that by comparison yesterdays me is a featherweight Tryna defeat myself, unleash my hell on the limits set in place to breach myself Progression Ain't suggestin that every battle I foughts won, but naysayers are insects, I'm bouta get my off, on Dream big see it come true, dream bigger, rinse and repeat to discourage the dreamk**ers See my confidence rise, respond to the eyes That are gifted and lifted by the light of the skies Die of surprise if you figured that I was gonna plummet My trig is in black ink n***a, I'm still 100 I envision us listening again with precision To accomplish the mission, set before us of kids wishin To grow up with families where isn't a figure missin And we givin love again and now isn't just physical Given its gonna take whole lotta clock tickin' we got it Not an option, its us or the opposition Stoppin us is gonna be the opposite of addition That's difficult to get but you'll see when we're finished We'll be kings And queens, a nation of power.. It's The People.. No equal, The Nation is ours.. Math In Ink