Trash Colony - Crumbs lyrics

[Verse 1: NiMRod] My teeth grit Thrown into the pit without a candle lit Blinded what I'm up against, but surely I can handle it At first glance I'm not the type of fella you'd imagine Who could spit a wicked rhyme, but hey The thicker the line the more nickles and dimes And never surprise to find a rapper fronting big But never follows through and spews a bunch of bullsh** at his spitting gigs Like what's the deal? I was searching high and low I couldn't find the appeal This sh** is unreal The reason that I stepped up to the stage is enigmatic Where's the automatic? Gotta combat it and say it Pa** the static This heavy flow I'm bringing to the show is aromatic Dwelling through the room, distract you from the doom Only a couple crumbs left on the silver spoon If only that could cut it If you wanna make it big today you gotta rap about the cold blooded I'm never blunted Punt it out the field for wielding all these honest thoughts A kid who's never had to worry about stepping out my house and getting shot And does that make my music less legitimate? I guess so Ignore this blessed flow and focus on what I don't got to show But listen when I tell you, once I grab the mic and take it off the stand I'll make your boombox blow