Witness (US-PA) - All Peace lyrics

You're the suffocating, big brother of entertainment Engaging with others claiming to be intimidating Intoxicating the collective crowd with your amazing command Of complicated cadence and structure, making motherf**ers shake That must be why you wanna take the mic from me But honestly, you got the arrogance I like, money And the fact you drop a verse you spent half of your life writing To pa** as a freestyle dissing me is mad exciting I wanna hear a battle rap brother, make it fresh Tell your boyfriend Atarax doesn't take requests I never seen the crowd ever look so stunned They're like "What crack den did this cat come from?" Well, I don't listen to rap, so I don't really know "Oh, you're that dude in that Lloyd Banks video" Never the less, just give it a rest, this isn't amateur night When my man is on the decks and I got my hands on the mic It's all peace They said my voice would scare away the little children Fronting like I came to serenade your women? Salvation army issued the stitching for this frame And these shoes would fall apart if I started trying to kick game And disdain aside, I haven't showered in 48 hours prior to rocking a show here I broke a sweat and now my shirt is soaking wet and I bear the scented essence of Marlboro 27s and old beer, so If she finds that attractive, maybe your pa**ive agressive nature towards others just isn't turning her on Or maybe, I just wasn't doing anything wrong and your insecure because she knew the words to my songs Birth was the capital letter of this life sentence And I decided to serve my term as serious lyricist I plan to travel the planet and leave a good impression So when it's over, I'll be content to end it with a period Never the less the pettiness won't damage my day When my man is on the decks and he's got his hand on the fade It's all peace I put the pen to the paper and speak with ease While emcees hide behind loose leaf like Eve I do bleed, unlike the half-hearted That rock it on two sleeves Rolled up, so they can market The parts that pay the rent, check your fanbase again Only 8 percent are over the legal age of consent But yo, I'm chillin, I'm steppin offa the soapbox I'll close shop, before I sell my soul to robots I won't rock the crowd to make the dough drop I do it for the yes, yes ya'll and you dont' stops Started weaving life through the snare the kick To carefully stich the clothing that they'll bury me with Arrogance isn't a thread that I'd like to be dominant It's defensive, because they're condesending in their compliments Never the less the pessimism vibe is cliche But when my man is on the decks and he's got his hand on the fade It's all peace