HOOK

We out it in/

Just to see

What it act like


We serious

This isn't the game type

WE UP IN THE GAME LIKE

Everybody in it/ gon get right

Or deal wit the real

In da spot light

I'm keepin it real



VERSE 1

Bats in my belfry /

And skeletons in my attic

Thru these trail an tribulations

All Devistating /

And tragic

All these

Moment in our history

Written with out a pattern

Seem to systematically

Be concurring

Not really scattered

It's ill

These new realities

Have altered the drill

And now these /

verses we recite

Are like the pages to wills

Pages that still

Convey all our intentions

Instilled

And Johnny Hancock

Marked by /

the bloodiest quill

The crudiest still/

Hopes to live

And love what is real

And conquer any advisories

While their living

To build

Live and fulfill

What any god partical will

While trying to

Usher in better way

Swallow these pills

See this pipework

Is dictating our flow /

Till the pipes burst

Run the irrigation

Through the land

Of our life's work

Routing /

all our energies

And synergies

Lights first

Enlightening

All our enemies/

We coming

Dis might hurt



VERSE 2

Play my position/

Positioning

All the variables/

The variable position

Conditioned between

The parables

Switching life's luggage

From checking in

To the carriables

And pairing up my pieces

And sort out all the marriables

As I advance

2 stepping /

this life's dance

And trying to find the rhythm

That's been given em/

Substance

And understand the purpose

I've been missing at first glance

These underhanded urchins

And insurgents

That take stance


These cultural perversions

They've inserted

That advance


This can't


Really be the life /

Or it's substance



I'm of the rebels

That revel /

in being nices


Conquering the treble

And bassing on mic devices


Something like Isis


When approaching

All of the blashphems


Trash seems

Caught up in memes

Rather then rhyme schemes


Lost dreams

Tainting their teams

Stuck on the high beams


Eagerly teetering

On the line

Of what this life means


No gleems /


Nor the cream,

More then the club scene


No benz /

no beams


Not how this life seems



all blood/


Sweat /tears


Feeding the homie team


We've trained /


For /years


Seeding


See what this thang means