Stress Plates (feat. Guilty Simpson, Bronze Nazareth & DJ Los)

Y'all, all simple, listen

Clown by fire separate the truth sellers from the liars
The buyers from the suppliers
I'm higher in my element than ever been
Settled in where it's hotter than the devil's den
Burning still turning colder the world's on my shoulders
So I charm the Cobras declaiming the hood life but never endured
The pressures of war, when they come to try to test yours and more
That's how it is when you're poor with no help

Poverty hits below the belt, and the pain, and strain is left without change
Coming up lame, gotta fucking with your brain
But a loss brings something you should gain
You learn more in shame, you hurt more in rain
Gloomy days got you humble with many men crumbled, do the same

Bunch of stressed soldiers in Asphalt
Gravel pit picking hands dirty, it ain't my fault
As a youth cut from a cleaner cloth hold 'em now
Same cloth used to wipe the burners off
Cut the stretch soldiers in the Asphalt
Grab a pit picking hands dirty, it ain't my fault
As a youth cut from a cleaner cloth holding now
Same cloth used to wipe the burners off

I'm at my wits end hit a rough patch a dry spot
Had to start from scratch way too many hands in the pot
I'm half dead, half living fully questioning life's decisions
Tanks on empty simply put Minavana come once a century
Joy rolled 100 years songs of sorrow
Sung soprano is music to the ears
But kinda heavy on the eyes when the outlook is grim like it's no tomorrow

The iron fist in the velvet glove to show love
Niggas do you like Boston George but you the plug
Rub the wrong way indian burn
No comfort in your own skin when tables have turned
No country left for old men they sleeping with worms
We tend to teeter on two extremes it's feast of purge
You in the thick of it all cement shoes
Sinking in Detroit river with the heat submerged

Bunch of stress soldiers in the Asphalt
Grab a pit picking hands dirty, it ain't my fault, huh
As a youth cut from a cleaner cloth older now
Same cloth used to wipe the burners off
Bunch of stress soldiers in the Asphalt
Grab a pick picking hands dirty, it ain't my fault
As a youth cut from a cleaner cloth over now
Same cloth used to wipe the burners off

Y'all, I moved in first on exit nine
In the pool where ghouls dissect the spine with Texas nines
I, my mind but I still tow shit no blind man yeah
I'm still woke traveling a train red cloud
My black cloak never lactose I get the cream in the bad omens
I'm awry in the land of ruins
Bounce my name off from pyramids to the man's influence

They stole my dream so I took somebody's too shit
Swimming cement no other than land Lumen
Respect the zone or the scope to zoom in
Between two rocks somehow the flowers blooming
Shooting cracks with the devil bring the tomb in
I'm sweating bullets sipping islands till my tomb's in

I'm not screwed here
I got a couple loose
I let a couple loose for niggas in the black Caboose
Lay flat in the black Caboose