Status Quo
Born to spit on ashes of icons
These pawns gettin' bronze, gonna run em' like marathons
Like, whoa, can I tip the status quo, oh!
I'm on a rampage, arcade age carnage, have you
Hatin' the game, breakin' your console, snappin' your cartridge
I'm supersonic, capture you like Robotnic
When I serenade, I spread my plague like I'm Bubonic
Not a cure, not a vaccine, nothin' short of a purge will end me completely
Society's underbelly taught me how to break every bone discreetly
N' i'm gonna aim for the kill, with no intention of being the best
I'm just the nobody somewhere in the crowd
Waitin' to cut off Kanye West
N' I'm not trying to stir shit up n' cause mess (nah)
I just can't stand the current lack of common sense (see)
People are on some dumb shit nowadays
Half of em' won't even get what I say
N' if you ask me who is the culprit, ladies n' gentlemen
This is who I blame
Irresponsible artists, actin' like spoiled scarletts
That shit is garbage, tell me what part of your music's your heat in?
I'm rippin' out mine, bleed on the page, in every line
Every time I'm on the mic, it's me n' the Inkling n' we do it like
Where the Shadow Lands at?
Where the Shadow Lands at?
Where the Shadow Lands at? (right here!)
Born to spit on ashes of icons
These pawns gettin' bronze, gonna run em' like marathons
Like, whoa, can I tip the status quo, oh!
These pawns gettin' bronze, gonna run em' like marathons
Like, whoa, can I tip the status quo, oh!
I'm on a rampage, arcade age carnage, have you
Hatin' the game, breakin' your console, snappin' your cartridge
I'm supersonic, capture you like Robotnic
When I serenade, I spread my plague like I'm Bubonic
Not a cure, not a vaccine, nothin' short of a purge will end me completely
Society's underbelly taught me how to break every bone discreetly
N' i'm gonna aim for the kill, with no intention of being the best
I'm just the nobody somewhere in the crowd
Waitin' to cut off Kanye West
N' I'm not trying to stir shit up n' cause mess (nah)
I just can't stand the current lack of common sense (see)
People are on some dumb shit nowadays
Half of em' won't even get what I say
N' if you ask me who is the culprit, ladies n' gentlemen
This is who I blame
Irresponsible artists, actin' like spoiled scarletts
That shit is garbage, tell me what part of your music's your heat in?
I'm rippin' out mine, bleed on the page, in every line
Every time I'm on the mic, it's me n' the Inkling n' we do it like
Where the Shadow Lands at?
Where the Shadow Lands at?
Where the Shadow Lands at? (right here!)
Born to spit on ashes of icons
These pawns gettin' bronze, gonna run em' like marathons
Like, whoa, can I tip the status quo, oh!
Credits
Writer(s): Edgard E Jaoude
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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