The Usual

U Crescent, building 7, 3rd floor
Met the group there when I was just a sophomore
Rocking house shows and some local open mics
Study the art, learn how to promote it right
The usual, I make beats brutal too
Write lyrics suitable, maybe even confuse a few
But what you gonna do? Nobody wanna read
If they do its just stupid shit on their news feed

Keep writing, that's a doozie
Been trying for awhile and it kinda got confusing
Three lines in, pen pause, ten songs turn to eight
Keep it moving, tend to hate everything I'm ever doing
"Do it anyway" they tell me, "Never gonna sell," I think
But drink until I feel a little better 'bout myself
Been doing this awhile just for smiles and handshakes
Give it back for free like some music to the fan base

Back in the days we rapped in a haze (UC)
That was the place the Borgata met Paronomasia
Three brains still trapped in a cage
But when the team got together we hit it off like a bat to baseball
Faced all fears armed with knowledge
Flipped it into wisdom in the years beyond college
Damn near half a decade on and off of the grind
But we're buckling down now 'cause it's harvesting time
Duck and cover, coming up from under the underground
Gonna rupture the Earth's crust, pummel your structures down
Erupt, through the surface, flood and smother your towns
Until every single motherfucker's bumping our sounds
We get down, to the rhythms that reside inside us
Infectious, spread it like a virus
Whether it's a feather to papyrus or thumbs to the touch screen
Bring the vision to fruition turning nothing into something

'Cause it's the old whip owning
No gas having
Finna lose focus
Like he never had it
Composure just for hoping
Knowing he gone crash it
Tending to the spliff he guaranteed to grab his nutsack
Patted on the back like you'll be happy when you're old enough
Screaming from a slumber water chugging from a soda cup
Romanticize depression, idolize the dying
Compromise with cheap drinks, poor lighting

Winding maze, we combine to find a way
Forces outside provide delay
But our eyes steady focused like a lion on its prey
Disbelievers start choking when we climb up on the stage
The dopest shit you didn't look for
Catch me at the bookstore
Really I should cook more
Dusty fingers, see him at the record store
Digging through crates all day 'til my neck is sore

We're coming for the throne just to smash the crown
And burn the whole castle down
We're coming for the throne just to smash the crown
And burn the whole castle down
We're coming for the throne just to smash the crown
And burn the whole castle down
We're coming for the throne just to smash the crown
And burn the whole castle down