Etched In Stone
Yeah
Ill Conscious
Underground Crown
Ayo Beneath The Underground
You've been deprived see the signs of your body famishing
Healing powers subscribed to the God inside of the Amethyst
They still killing us primetime LIVE on the body cameras
Kill-it and move-it aside this the mind of the polyamorous
Highly flammable the toxicity ending the population
They feeling inclined through the righteous lies of indoctrination
Whenever I spit it's equivalent to a prison or cocking gauges
Or vacant's with breathless tenants the stench of the rotten vapours
You spit Millennial Raps, this Socio-Political wrath
My niggaz is pealing it back until we feeling the cylinder crack
Nigga the emperor's back
These criminal acts, administer sinister acts
Diminish the crabs
We skipping Meridians all of you niggas is finishing last
Spar and throw jabs, any collab preferences
See the chink in your armour like ancient Moab settlers
They don't play my shit so it's fuck your program editors
New legends in town we clap and tote tag veterans
WORD!
Peep the mastery, shit I spit is nothing short of a masterpiece
You after me I show you apathy you mad at least
I have to feast
Leave you is disbelief like a sad you'll see
I inspire bunch of Stevie Wonders but you bound to see
The rise of a killer, but by the time you find someone iller
I'm somewhere in the clouds rhyming for Dilla
The plot gets thicker, every rhyme I drop is a Thriller
My verbal taunts will haunt your conscious I'm an ominous figure
Look
The fortune and famine
Hit you with an assortment of ammo
That'll rip through ya torso divorcing ya panel
I don't write raps, these is eulogies that I jot
And despite facts they still end up believing I'm not
Hot as I claim, probably cause I ain't rocking no chain
Or rhyming in vain, lying about violence tied to my name
Niggaz ain't silent but the timing has changed
I survive in the rain, you niggaz will probably get lost in the wave
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in!
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in!
Aye
Uhh
I woke up like I hold the light this ain't no over night
The system over cypher under, estimating how a soaker fight
Control my life like poltergeist
I went ghost like you see me in POWER
Cowards don't know the price I'm maintaining the pricelessness
When it all falls down I Stacey in you Dash
Where the hyphen is
Apply my wits, I tried to grip
My grit through my enlightenment
And flip the script while writing it
Lesser Beings will do less than that
I'm defined by my actions not your words of where I'm questioned at
Bless the facts I bring power like Tesseracts
I've seen towers and tethered that
To my aim and the stress and that when overcame
Gave my name and my fame in this game
Where lames get questioned at
My DC motor rip where I'm flexing at
FACTS-FACTS
Bout to hop in a Honda, popping ass' Uganda
For the drama as I ponder defeat and say sorry
As I keeping my honour as I monetise my armour
Word to my mantra, word to my Momma
Never been calmer, increasing the karma
N**ga It's Rivers!
Listen!
If they come at you with hate, combat it with love
I ain't holding no punches, I ain't holding no grudge
I ain't holding no gun... without no gloves
I am the plug run-off, bet you catch a slug
I was in-love but I don't like that drug, I like my truth
I don't like all that sucka shit and make groupies
About to cop a mothership your Maybach is a hooptie
Yeah Khryst on some other shit,fuck you gone do to me?
Step wrong
And i'll be singing at your eulogies
Respect gone used to be friends now we're enemies
Used to get money now you out here sniffing C
That ain't my style or my pedigree, let it be
And with the ashes I'm done from my blunt
This ain't what you want, but I'll give you what you need
1 night in Hell cause
Heaven need a key
1 night in Hell cause
Heaven need a key!
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in!
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in!
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in
Ill Conscious
Underground Crown
Ayo Beneath The Underground
You've been deprived see the signs of your body famishing
Healing powers subscribed to the God inside of the Amethyst
They still killing us primetime LIVE on the body cameras
Kill-it and move-it aside this the mind of the polyamorous
Highly flammable the toxicity ending the population
They feeling inclined through the righteous lies of indoctrination
Whenever I spit it's equivalent to a prison or cocking gauges
Or vacant's with breathless tenants the stench of the rotten vapours
You spit Millennial Raps, this Socio-Political wrath
My niggaz is pealing it back until we feeling the cylinder crack
Nigga the emperor's back
These criminal acts, administer sinister acts
Diminish the crabs
We skipping Meridians all of you niggas is finishing last
Spar and throw jabs, any collab preferences
See the chink in your armour like ancient Moab settlers
They don't play my shit so it's fuck your program editors
New legends in town we clap and tote tag veterans
WORD!
Peep the mastery, shit I spit is nothing short of a masterpiece
You after me I show you apathy you mad at least
I have to feast
Leave you is disbelief like a sad you'll see
I inspire bunch of Stevie Wonders but you bound to see
The rise of a killer, but by the time you find someone iller
I'm somewhere in the clouds rhyming for Dilla
The plot gets thicker, every rhyme I drop is a Thriller
My verbal taunts will haunt your conscious I'm an ominous figure
Look
The fortune and famine
Hit you with an assortment of ammo
That'll rip through ya torso divorcing ya panel
I don't write raps, these is eulogies that I jot
And despite facts they still end up believing I'm not
Hot as I claim, probably cause I ain't rocking no chain
Or rhyming in vain, lying about violence tied to my name
Niggaz ain't silent but the timing has changed
I survive in the rain, you niggaz will probably get lost in the wave
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in!
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in!
Aye
Uhh
I woke up like I hold the light this ain't no over night
The system over cypher under, estimating how a soaker fight
Control my life like poltergeist
I went ghost like you see me in POWER
Cowards don't know the price I'm maintaining the pricelessness
When it all falls down I Stacey in you Dash
Where the hyphen is
Apply my wits, I tried to grip
My grit through my enlightenment
And flip the script while writing it
Lesser Beings will do less than that
I'm defined by my actions not your words of where I'm questioned at
Bless the facts I bring power like Tesseracts
I've seen towers and tethered that
To my aim and the stress and that when overcame
Gave my name and my fame in this game
Where lames get questioned at
My DC motor rip where I'm flexing at
FACTS-FACTS
Bout to hop in a Honda, popping ass' Uganda
For the drama as I ponder defeat and say sorry
As I keeping my honour as I monetise my armour
Word to my mantra, word to my Momma
Never been calmer, increasing the karma
N**ga It's Rivers!
Listen!
If they come at you with hate, combat it with love
I ain't holding no punches, I ain't holding no grudge
I ain't holding no gun... without no gloves
I am the plug run-off, bet you catch a slug
I was in-love but I don't like that drug, I like my truth
I don't like all that sucka shit and make groupies
About to cop a mothership your Maybach is a hooptie
Yeah Khryst on some other shit,fuck you gone do to me?
Step wrong
And i'll be singing at your eulogies
Respect gone used to be friends now we're enemies
Used to get money now you out here sniffing C
That ain't my style or my pedigree, let it be
And with the ashes I'm done from my blunt
This ain't what you want, but I'll give you what you need
1 night in Hell cause
Heaven need a key
1 night in Hell cause
Heaven need a key!
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in!
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in!
I woke up today
Giving thanks for the morning
Gotta make it through the day I just pray in this maze
That wasn't made to be walked in
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Lee Rios Jr, Kenneth Scranton, Lavar Clark, Thomas Mooney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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