Try
From the salt soaked brow of those that spear headed
Flows the ever growing knowledge from a father to a fledgling
To the taper faded temples formed a dimple on your second
I'm about a cut away from an obscure shakur reference
Just collect it and smile, we'll go half on scowls
Let all these baby birds step to us and bat for the cowl
We'll get fat from the vermin seeking the court from the crown
We'll keep the MC-ing between you and me and that's a vow(el)
Ah, sEE I knOw yoU won't go making this here easy, Does it
Ever cross your mind we were once a dime a doz, Cousin
Let's keep it breezy, bruvin, Like Mister Brown when he Run it.
50 percent to gunit, Let's Bullet Bill to the Summit
Though armed with nothing, but limbs like hammers
The grimmest grammar, that silky slander, that tilt enchanters
And It may come off as the filmiest-flammer to spilled milk grandeur
But those in need of a bedside manners will feel enamored
Come on, come on, Aye yo, get up
A little effort ain't enough
Come on, come on, Aye yo, get up get up
One night of poetry, lead to me many questions
If I only know up, then why need a sense of direction
When success is the only road, derailed by imperfections
And not knowing corrections made failure my only heading
I froze... and feared the thought of losing
Not in a sense of giving up, but not owning my movement
Like every steps a dozy, mi madre's life on the line
Any misstep on a crack would place pressure upon her spine
So keep that mind when I say I'm the kindreds Cronus
A goodwill slogan, dystopian's lack of motive
Mi padre's most potent, sobrino's reason to focus
Mi tia's bag of roses, Abuelo's lone Magnum opus
The magnums broken, keep on stroking, this avid richard
A shot in the dark, to a work of art, to a spoiled victor
Cause If the ink is dispelled and cysts form on my grippers
Then I'll write with the blood that's pouring from the very blisters
Come on, come on, Aye yo, get up
A little effort ain't enough
Come on, come on, Aye yo, get up get up
Carry me, carry me to your comfort zone
Comfy throne, where I see there's no struggles known
I've taken on the struggle from you plus my own
Plus, set tones, for my people to carry on
Carry me, carry me to your comfort zone
Comfy throne, where I see there's no struggles known
I've taken on the struggle from you plus my own
Plus, set tones, for my people to carry on
Flows the ever growing knowledge from a father to a fledgling
To the taper faded temples formed a dimple on your second
I'm about a cut away from an obscure shakur reference
Just collect it and smile, we'll go half on scowls
Let all these baby birds step to us and bat for the cowl
We'll get fat from the vermin seeking the court from the crown
We'll keep the MC-ing between you and me and that's a vow(el)
Ah, sEE I knOw yoU won't go making this here easy, Does it
Ever cross your mind we were once a dime a doz, Cousin
Let's keep it breezy, bruvin, Like Mister Brown when he Run it.
50 percent to gunit, Let's Bullet Bill to the Summit
Though armed with nothing, but limbs like hammers
The grimmest grammar, that silky slander, that tilt enchanters
And It may come off as the filmiest-flammer to spilled milk grandeur
But those in need of a bedside manners will feel enamored
Come on, come on, Aye yo, get up
A little effort ain't enough
Come on, come on, Aye yo, get up get up
One night of poetry, lead to me many questions
If I only know up, then why need a sense of direction
When success is the only road, derailed by imperfections
And not knowing corrections made failure my only heading
I froze... and feared the thought of losing
Not in a sense of giving up, but not owning my movement
Like every steps a dozy, mi madre's life on the line
Any misstep on a crack would place pressure upon her spine
So keep that mind when I say I'm the kindreds Cronus
A goodwill slogan, dystopian's lack of motive
Mi padre's most potent, sobrino's reason to focus
Mi tia's bag of roses, Abuelo's lone Magnum opus
The magnums broken, keep on stroking, this avid richard
A shot in the dark, to a work of art, to a spoiled victor
Cause If the ink is dispelled and cysts form on my grippers
Then I'll write with the blood that's pouring from the very blisters
Come on, come on, Aye yo, get up
A little effort ain't enough
Come on, come on, Aye yo, get up get up
Carry me, carry me to your comfort zone
Comfy throne, where I see there's no struggles known
I've taken on the struggle from you plus my own
Plus, set tones, for my people to carry on
Carry me, carry me to your comfort zone
Comfy throne, where I see there's no struggles known
I've taken on the struggle from you plus my own
Plus, set tones, for my people to carry on
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Writer(s): Koji Jernigan
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