Stylus

When the switch gets flipped for the beats to go
It's time to get into a zone and just release the flow
Get influenced by the pros of increased control
And bring a level to the volts til the speakers blow
While they try to steal your votes they tell you "eat your foes"
But i'm at peace with those so bring that peaceful flow
It's just a piece of gold that makes you seek the globe
But these right here are reason for the trees to grow
They paved paradise and let all the greens get thrown
Maybe it's locked within the bones deep beneath the roads
I just can't provide the keys no Alicia bro
It's like Pete Rock pressing up some pizza dough
It just means there's lots of soul and if you need to know
Then it's like Timberland Kimmel and Keisha Cole
Cuz in the winter man the hinterland streets is cold
But still the mission is just spitting it so the heat's controlled

I'm up in the morning bout a quarter to five
The temperature is south of nothin' when i step outside
I'm steady tryna get my fill, before the chance is gone
And that's just the way it goes, and it goes on and on

Before it's too late, let me try to move inside
Let me try to present something that will move the mind
Trying to just do something right, something Buddha would've tried
Something ruder Strum and Ruger stock price flying high
So they busy trying to identify another shooter
Suffer brutal homicides "sh*t it ain't no son of mine!"
Their laissez-faire affairs the market shall determine it
But that's just ignorant to all the hardships we're enduring
It's oblivious to how the average middle classic person is
Just trying to make some sense of what their larger master purpose is
Observant so i'm observing it, mix some bourbon with
A couple cubes of ice but come on that can't stop the hurting
It's a perfect combination of a merciless internment
With a marketing campaign that makes them seem like public servants
But the only public service that I see is "keep them worthless"
So i put it in a verse to try to keep my head from bursting

I'm up in the morning bout a quarter to five
The temperature is south of nothin' when i step outside
I'm steady tryna get my fill, before the chance is gone
And that's just the way it goes, and it goes on and on
I'm up in the morning bout a quarter to five
The temperature is south of nothin' when i step outside
Man i can fill that chill deep within my bones
And that's something like i ain't never felt before