Lightning In a Mason Jar
The rapper in the mirror is as dope as he appears
I don't need to put on airs
Anytime, anywhere, nigga
Hard-spoken tokens of sincerity are pretty rare
Vulnerability? that's a consequence of being real
Trigger warning- my demeanor
Be on your guard
Half my brainstorms inundate the cutting floor
Half the time I'm in the studio
I cry while I'm recording
How my life unfolded strikes a chord
Eroding my composure
After growing up and noticing
The boat we in
Got no paddles
I grabbed a life jacket
Backflipped off the plank
Channeled
Phelps in oh-eight
Chasing gold off some dank canni
Float on cloud nine
I don't need to sweat no plan B
Everything I rap about
I am about
Roundabout ain't how we moving
There's nothing I need to prove to doubters
Twenty-three years carrying the team
And throwing talcum powder
Writing wishes into sweet sixteens
And blowing candles out
Stop the presses, start the tape
I wanted a taste of fame but gained
An insatiable craving to take up space
In the brains of a generation begging for change
Who know it don't even matter
Who ahead in the race
To the Kool-Aid drinking fools who could've copped a V8
I rock with justice- not with jakes
Caught lightning in a mason jar
Sparks of inspiration
Hold up Mjolnir like a paperweight
A novel strain no herbonaut
Thought was possible
You tryna tell me we lighting up
One-hundred percent bars?
Cast your aspersions
Calumnious remarks only spur me on
Casterly Rock's blonde inhabitants couldn't buy me off
I'ma keep it a buck
I do whatever the fuck
By luck our morals and our motives line up
Nothing really matters
That's what I got from therapy
Everything is connected
That's what I got from LSD
So amnesty's the best
Policy- You look stupid (You stupid)
Consuming toxins thinking that'll stop me
Closet full of green
Like I'm Rock Lee
Dropped weights, eight gates
Swaying off the sake
In my white-t
Reverse grip wakizashi
Keep on talking my shit
Y'all gon' have to off me
Watch me
Cop that Peabody posthumously
Don Juan speech
Words for the skreets
Stop the presses, start the tape
I wanted a taste of fame but gained
An insatiable craving to take up space
In the brains of a generation begging for change
Who know it don't even matter
Who ahead in the race
To the Kool-Aid drinking fools who could've copped a V8
I rock with justice- not with jakes
Caught lightning in a mason jar
Sparks of inspiration
Hold up Mjolnir like a paperweight
(Yerr)
Rocking sky regalia
Climb my city trophaeum
Hit the pier in Air Gears after dark
Ain't no topping artists from the Hudson to Cross Island Parkway
It's something in the water in New York
Up north, Brujas performing word sorcery
Bumping to BK beef
Both named a prefix before a G
Bro with the most pop got popped off social media
Surprise, surprise
The black guy's a rapper
One nigga moment from a complete fucking disaster
But on the verse?
It's LeBron verse the Raptors
A beast out the book
No-capping Cardcaptor
Compressions, rarefactions
fashioned for evoking action
Layered abstraction
providing traction for my yapping
Be your reaction
Backlash or kickback
I hope to move you
To bear fruit from your passions
F in the chat for juice (Thank you bro)
Stop the presses, start the tape
I wanted a taste of fame but gained
An insatiable craving to take up space
In the brains of a generation begging for change
Who know it don't even matter
Who ahead in the race
To the Kool-Aid drinking fools who could've copped a V8
I rock with justice- not with jakes
Caught lightning in a mason jar
Sparks of inspiration
Hold up Mjolnir like a paperweight
I don't need to put on airs
Anytime, anywhere, nigga
Hard-spoken tokens of sincerity are pretty rare
Vulnerability? that's a consequence of being real
Trigger warning- my demeanor
Be on your guard
Half my brainstorms inundate the cutting floor
Half the time I'm in the studio
I cry while I'm recording
How my life unfolded strikes a chord
Eroding my composure
After growing up and noticing
The boat we in
Got no paddles
I grabbed a life jacket
Backflipped off the plank
Channeled
Phelps in oh-eight
Chasing gold off some dank canni
Float on cloud nine
I don't need to sweat no plan B
Everything I rap about
I am about
Roundabout ain't how we moving
There's nothing I need to prove to doubters
Twenty-three years carrying the team
And throwing talcum powder
Writing wishes into sweet sixteens
And blowing candles out
Stop the presses, start the tape
I wanted a taste of fame but gained
An insatiable craving to take up space
In the brains of a generation begging for change
Who know it don't even matter
Who ahead in the race
To the Kool-Aid drinking fools who could've copped a V8
I rock with justice- not with jakes
Caught lightning in a mason jar
Sparks of inspiration
Hold up Mjolnir like a paperweight
A novel strain no herbonaut
Thought was possible
You tryna tell me we lighting up
One-hundred percent bars?
Cast your aspersions
Calumnious remarks only spur me on
Casterly Rock's blonde inhabitants couldn't buy me off
I'ma keep it a buck
I do whatever the fuck
By luck our morals and our motives line up
Nothing really matters
That's what I got from therapy
Everything is connected
That's what I got from LSD
So amnesty's the best
Policy- You look stupid (You stupid)
Consuming toxins thinking that'll stop me
Closet full of green
Like I'm Rock Lee
Dropped weights, eight gates
Swaying off the sake
In my white-t
Reverse grip wakizashi
Keep on talking my shit
Y'all gon' have to off me
Watch me
Cop that Peabody posthumously
Don Juan speech
Words for the skreets
Stop the presses, start the tape
I wanted a taste of fame but gained
An insatiable craving to take up space
In the brains of a generation begging for change
Who know it don't even matter
Who ahead in the race
To the Kool-Aid drinking fools who could've copped a V8
I rock with justice- not with jakes
Caught lightning in a mason jar
Sparks of inspiration
Hold up Mjolnir like a paperweight
(Yerr)
Rocking sky regalia
Climb my city trophaeum
Hit the pier in Air Gears after dark
Ain't no topping artists from the Hudson to Cross Island Parkway
It's something in the water in New York
Up north, Brujas performing word sorcery
Bumping to BK beef
Both named a prefix before a G
Bro with the most pop got popped off social media
Surprise, surprise
The black guy's a rapper
One nigga moment from a complete fucking disaster
But on the verse?
It's LeBron verse the Raptors
A beast out the book
No-capping Cardcaptor
Compressions, rarefactions
fashioned for evoking action
Layered abstraction
providing traction for my yapping
Be your reaction
Backlash or kickback
I hope to move you
To bear fruit from your passions
F in the chat for juice (Thank you bro)
Stop the presses, start the tape
I wanted a taste of fame but gained
An insatiable craving to take up space
In the brains of a generation begging for change
Who know it don't even matter
Who ahead in the race
To the Kool-Aid drinking fools who could've copped a V8
I rock with justice- not with jakes
Caught lightning in a mason jar
Sparks of inspiration
Hold up Mjolnir like a paperweight
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Writer(s): Anthony Carter
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