I. Round of Applause

The very essence of these blessings
Got me thankful for my mere milliseconds
And got me thinking 'bout how I'mma spend em?
Yeah

Make way for Master Madanamus top notch
Back to battle these yappers who be claiming they got hot
And your mans, who made mess of his methods mouthing and popping
And your ***** who clearly hopping from square to square like it's hop scotch
Say now lames on playground games
You feel the crackle when you got my name in your mouth like Pop Rocks
Stop it. Needed me to drop for a new topic
Well you got it

Where I been?

Livin' the type of life to pay for sins we swipe twice
Rules slacking, came packing to the knife fight
That dude's lacking, the lame's wishing for limelight
He telling on himself, watch what he'll do just like a Klondike
I'm a cool cat but I'm sure this here is my ninth life
Yet I'd risk it all for everybody here with us
Split decisions
I pray that I would never have to pull it
Yet I wish a nigga would
I got conflicted agendas
Lord help him
I stop to address the shit very seldom
What's written, my heart is welcome
I'll take that shit on whenever
The problem with all the effort
Is when you start to want better
For others more than they want for themselves
It start to feel selfish
I pray you get it together
You changing up like the weather on me
Bury it like shovels for me
But if it mess with my treasure
You gotta stick it up
Give it up to these niggas think they putting fear in us

They need a round of applause, my God
They need a round of applause, my God
They need a round of applause
They need a round of applause
They need a round of applause, my God
(Aye give it up, give it up for 'em)
They need a round of applause, my God
(Aye give it up, give it up for 'em)
They need a round of applause, my God
(Aye give it up, give it up for 'em)
They need a round of applause
(Aye give it up, give it up for 'em)
They need a round of applause
They need a round of applause

To whom it may concern...
Thank you for getting me on my work again
Time reflected and showed that we hurt to learn again
But nonetheless, it's hard to confess the roll we in
Conversations never suffice, so my vice is to work the pen
I'll make it bleed
Make it admit it knows the pain I see
The kinda shit where you can't just remove the stain with bleach
I close my eyes, trauma results in losing sleep
Every single season I'm gaining knowledge and gaining grief
Praying for the same ones I knew back when we played that Halo
Now a days though, we seeing more gain a halo
The type of shit when money get to stacking gotta lay low
For the doja cats'll commit a felony on the say so
The type of shit where you been 'round the shit since like a day old
And yet they wonder where this abundance of violence came from
You look around and you can see where you get game from
I look around and I can still see the same ones
Plotting on a dollar, and yeah, they still keep the same guns
Praying that they never have to aim one
They conflicted like me, so boy they hoping that you say something
Twisted minds, I treat 'em all like it's Christmas time
And break bread with this gift of mine
It's not irregular
To see a couple plays being made on the cellulars
Like I'm Lin Manuel Miranda writing Hamilton on a Samsung
I done got my act together, what's up?

I need a round of applause, my God
I need a round of applause, my God
I need a round of applause
I need a round of applause
I need a round of applause, my God
(Aye baby, could you give it up for me?)
I need a round of applause, my God
(Aye give it up, give it up for me)
I need a round of applause, my God
(Aye give it up, give it up for me)
I need a round of applause
(Aye baby, could you give it up for me?)
I need a round of applause
I need a round of applause

I need a round of applause, my God
I need a round of applause, my God
I need a round of applause, my God
(Thank you, thank you, thank you)
I need a round of applause
I need a round of applause
(You're far too kind)
I need a round of applause