Letras
Inspector T how ya doing?
Where the fuck you been Foley?
Don't need no instrumentals in need of some motivation
Sincerest apologies to producers for time I'm wasting
Since Wise words expired, the feelings been uninspired
Ain't no heat, from the son, if nobody gon' light the fire
I'm retired; what I told Sev. He told me "shut the fuck up"
The window to my mind been stuck shut while yelling what what
No Noreaga, clear in my thoughts, til I saw the maker
The government been treating us like some mules and still shorted us 40 acres
My cousin Domain, told me focus on my mental, maybe travel
"Never fear where life gon' take you, let the universe unravel"
Then Hanni told me drop a mixtape, "said bro I'd even host it"
I blamed my lack of ambition on streaming, mourned the old Snick
Revolting revelations, declining youth that got me so irked
And so hurt, Bleu asked me why I never dropped the old work
Knowing that music timeless. Thankful, for them reminders
It's so ironic, can't look forward, less I turn my blinders
ON! kill switch, engaged. I'm pissed, enraged
This fire burns, thru fits of rages, in a system plagued
With quelling creativity thru means of mass production
It's simply impossible, to be artistic, when you need revenue, just to function
At this junction, of capitalism and every bad decision
Overworked just to get a buck, how you focus on the mission?
But now that the battery's back in my back and it's strictly attack, nothing can shiver me
I conjured greatness, blank face, using DEADPAN delivery
With Witches Brew, I early rise like 6 to 2
Then switch the shift to overtime, ten toes but never toed the line
The pot who called the kettle black. Consistency? I settled that
My soul I got the sole control of. Crazy drive and loco motives
Built differently, CORRECTAMUNDO! You know the game strange, Hugo
Seen every card played, now only, one, left. UNO!!!!
Reversing all the scoundrels, tryna skip me, what you draw for?
If you ain't shooting, first I rule the world and then it's all yours