On & On
Walking embodiment
This what I gotta do
Opportunity risen
This isn't optional
Nothing personal
I ain't taking a shot at you
I only brought it through the spot to rock the room like Popa Wu
Watch me
Don't got a lot to lose because I've lost a few
You ain't in the field
Who you talking to Mr. Donahue
I got the drop on you, a coffin
If offered the proper tools
My Boston goons will make your mic check sound like it's chopped and screwed
Drop a deuce and leave shit leaking
Right off the deep end
These are the streams of thought fish feed in
There's always beauty in truth
But what I saw was egregious
My vision blocked
No this is not what I was taught to believe in
You're not gonna see this in the spot that you frequent
Between the locks and the flock of sheep
You'd have thought he was
Please
It's not what it seems
Glitches getting caught in the sequence
Just show up
Leave the rest to me like you're not gonna need it
Cuz this shit just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
Yeah
Late nights writing
I give what I've got left
Cleveland Steamer
Really need to get this shit off my chest
Weight I carry creates a barrier
Its readily apparent
I'm barely a concept in this popularity contest
Just know
Over here it's a lot different dude
This isn't the same hip hop that your pops listened to
This is new
Imagine the madness
It's as if acid had watched a few too many lost Tupac interviews
Fuck am I doing this to prove
Me
I knew this shit was a banger before I lit the fuse
Energy booming
I sat in this fabricated tomb
Caught in all of the magic that had just been felt in the room
Silky smooth with the movement
I'm nothing special
My brain just do this for the fuck of it
It's fundamental
Sounds specifically chosen to make it seem simple though it's
Interwoven with the strings of those puppets that hung Geppetto
I'm just a showman
You're only left with what you were led to
The smallest moment
A drop in the ocean but unforgettable
I just had to let you know that this shit
Goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on and on and on
This what I gotta do
Opportunity risen
This isn't optional
Nothing personal
I ain't taking a shot at you
I only brought it through the spot to rock the room like Popa Wu
Watch me
Don't got a lot to lose because I've lost a few
You ain't in the field
Who you talking to Mr. Donahue
I got the drop on you, a coffin
If offered the proper tools
My Boston goons will make your mic check sound like it's chopped and screwed
Drop a deuce and leave shit leaking
Right off the deep end
These are the streams of thought fish feed in
There's always beauty in truth
But what I saw was egregious
My vision blocked
No this is not what I was taught to believe in
You're not gonna see this in the spot that you frequent
Between the locks and the flock of sheep
You'd have thought he was
Please
It's not what it seems
Glitches getting caught in the sequence
Just show up
Leave the rest to me like you're not gonna need it
Cuz this shit just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
Yeah
Late nights writing
I give what I've got left
Cleveland Steamer
Really need to get this shit off my chest
Weight I carry creates a barrier
Its readily apparent
I'm barely a concept in this popularity contest
Just know
Over here it's a lot different dude
This isn't the same hip hop that your pops listened to
This is new
Imagine the madness
It's as if acid had watched a few too many lost Tupac interviews
Fuck am I doing this to prove
Me
I knew this shit was a banger before I lit the fuse
Energy booming
I sat in this fabricated tomb
Caught in all of the magic that had just been felt in the room
Silky smooth with the movement
I'm nothing special
My brain just do this for the fuck of it
It's fundamental
Sounds specifically chosen to make it seem simple though it's
Interwoven with the strings of those puppets that hung Geppetto
I'm just a showman
You're only left with what you were led to
The smallest moment
A drop in the ocean but unforgettable
I just had to let you know that this shit
Goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on
Yeah this pretend shit it just goes on and on and
On and on and on and on
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Writer(s): Jacob Wise
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