The West
It's the kid, better ask who I is
Juno the wiz, spittin magic
Like my first name is Criss
I keep it lit
I'm on my AP shit
Get with the vibe
Muhfucka and just listen to this
Hit em with, a little bit of that conscious shit
Knock'em down with every verb and noun I give
Give it rest, you ain't qualified for this yet
Y'all wanna be Al Capone
I guess I'm Elliot Ness
That penthouse flow
You're so underneath
You're in the presence of a legend
Remember who let you speak
Let's get lyrical
Been influenced by poets
The people with poignant thoughts
Inspired me to create
Whenever there is a spark
In my heart, where the art is
Combination of Basquiat and Rakim
Bring it back, the flow in tact, glowing
No one can show me how to keep the dice rollin
You're gambling with the coldest, better fold or get folded
A Monrovian soldier beheading you fucking cobras
Devoted to being dope
Know you don't want smoke, nigga
Pass the inhaler, impaling these little fakers
Break'em like Undertaker did Vader
Put they ass in a casket and send'em back to their maker
Ain't no mistaken, I'm great
I Cozart in the paint
Juno the Gemini
Genuine, fuck disguises
See through your persona
You steady stackin that guala
By being something you're not
Hypnotic watching them drop
The bottom's crowded with niggas scratching and clawing
For that coveted spot
How bad you want it
You gon' sell your soul for gold
You see the ice they flauntin
Sold out arenas, Bentley's and beamers
Bacardi in the Bahamas, with Cardi B and Minaj,
Ain't it what you want?
Or did you lie to yourself?
Thought the money could help
Use the wealth as a crutch
And everybody can tell
This hell is your design
You're a pariah providing music
With empty lines
Lack of empathy's
Fucked up
Tempting to
Feel numb
Rise of the young scum
Fall of the kind
Fall into line, in due time
We all will forget
Dreams we had when we slept
Go to bed with regrets
As we attempt to accept
That we neglect all our debts
There's nothing left in the West
Settle down, hope in a small town
The beauty of stubborn youth
The future is here and now
I, see it clearly
Age of game changers
You might have given up
In order to save face
Said fuck it I can't change
We ain't cut from the same cloth
Started our own wave
So rest assured
We'll bless the earth
And cleanse the dirt
And heal the world that you wanted to burn
Juno the wiz, spittin magic
Like my first name is Criss
I keep it lit
I'm on my AP shit
Get with the vibe
Muhfucka and just listen to this
Hit em with, a little bit of that conscious shit
Knock'em down with every verb and noun I give
Give it rest, you ain't qualified for this yet
Y'all wanna be Al Capone
I guess I'm Elliot Ness
That penthouse flow
You're so underneath
You're in the presence of a legend
Remember who let you speak
Let's get lyrical
Been influenced by poets
The people with poignant thoughts
Inspired me to create
Whenever there is a spark
In my heart, where the art is
Combination of Basquiat and Rakim
Bring it back, the flow in tact, glowing
No one can show me how to keep the dice rollin
You're gambling with the coldest, better fold or get folded
A Monrovian soldier beheading you fucking cobras
Devoted to being dope
Know you don't want smoke, nigga
Pass the inhaler, impaling these little fakers
Break'em like Undertaker did Vader
Put they ass in a casket and send'em back to their maker
Ain't no mistaken, I'm great
I Cozart in the paint
Juno the Gemini
Genuine, fuck disguises
See through your persona
You steady stackin that guala
By being something you're not
Hypnotic watching them drop
The bottom's crowded with niggas scratching and clawing
For that coveted spot
How bad you want it
You gon' sell your soul for gold
You see the ice they flauntin
Sold out arenas, Bentley's and beamers
Bacardi in the Bahamas, with Cardi B and Minaj,
Ain't it what you want?
Or did you lie to yourself?
Thought the money could help
Use the wealth as a crutch
And everybody can tell
This hell is your design
You're a pariah providing music
With empty lines
Lack of empathy's
Fucked up
Tempting to
Feel numb
Rise of the young scum
Fall of the kind
Fall into line, in due time
We all will forget
Dreams we had when we slept
Go to bed with regrets
As we attempt to accept
That we neglect all our debts
There's nothing left in the West
Settle down, hope in a small town
The beauty of stubborn youth
The future is here and now
I, see it clearly
Age of game changers
You might have given up
In order to save face
Said fuck it I can't change
We ain't cut from the same cloth
Started our own wave
So rest assured
We'll bless the earth
And cleanse the dirt
And heal the world that you wanted to burn
Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Sohn
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