Codes and Keys
You don't simply put pen to pad
You gotta dip ya whole soul in ink. Then spill what you think
Be faster than ya enemies can think
Or be rendered obsolete like the latest fad
You can't make me quit. I can see your insecurity
"Joe Tea can't rap like me." That's what's on repeat
From the one in the looking glass? Ya non-coporial twin
He's sayin that you got the win
Such lies that ya tellin yaself
Ya punishment's banishment to the highest shelf
No rescue attempts to be made
Ya rhymes'll be confiscated till the end of time
The bottom line? The Branch'll never think to align
With any faction that ranks at such a low grade
I keep keys and codes to fool my foes
Watch where ya step. I put false forks in roads
I got codes and keys, keys and codes
Foolin ya softly. Build dead ends from roads
Nothin difficult, but still genius as hell
Turn asphalt into brick. Ya skull split so well
They said I couldn't rhyme. They wasn't exactly wrong
But I do it anyway, cause I never obey
Taking time to analyze my rhyme will never ease ya mind
So just sit back and unwind, cause ya outta time
There's a danger when ya underestimate me
Makes ya think you can spit any old rhyme
You can rush the production, Never take the time
To hand-craft a song originally
Too much emphasis on concepts that don't apply
It's like walkin around in a constant rage
You need to calm down at some point and act ya age
Cause ain't nobody really getting paid to die
Beefin' on wax don't really pay the cash
Like in the old days with Compton's N-W-As
That market got saturated in different ways
So when they fall, it tends to make a big splash
No stayin power, Catalog's a joke
Three albums they done, It happened to more than one
Too busy clubbin', ballin, and havin fun
To see how their career just went up in smoke
I got codes and keys, keys and codes
Foolin ya softly, Build dead ends from roads
Nothin difficult, but still genius as hell
Turn asphalt into brick, Ya skull split so well
They said I couldn't rhyme, They wasn't exactly wrong
But I do it anyway, cause I never obey
Taking time to analyze my rhyme will never ease ya mind
So just sit back and unwind, cause ya outta time
You gotta dip ya whole soul in ink. Then spill what you think
Be faster than ya enemies can think
Or be rendered obsolete like the latest fad
You can't make me quit. I can see your insecurity
"Joe Tea can't rap like me." That's what's on repeat
From the one in the looking glass? Ya non-coporial twin
He's sayin that you got the win
Such lies that ya tellin yaself
Ya punishment's banishment to the highest shelf
No rescue attempts to be made
Ya rhymes'll be confiscated till the end of time
The bottom line? The Branch'll never think to align
With any faction that ranks at such a low grade
I keep keys and codes to fool my foes
Watch where ya step. I put false forks in roads
I got codes and keys, keys and codes
Foolin ya softly. Build dead ends from roads
Nothin difficult, but still genius as hell
Turn asphalt into brick. Ya skull split so well
They said I couldn't rhyme. They wasn't exactly wrong
But I do it anyway, cause I never obey
Taking time to analyze my rhyme will never ease ya mind
So just sit back and unwind, cause ya outta time
There's a danger when ya underestimate me
Makes ya think you can spit any old rhyme
You can rush the production, Never take the time
To hand-craft a song originally
Too much emphasis on concepts that don't apply
It's like walkin around in a constant rage
You need to calm down at some point and act ya age
Cause ain't nobody really getting paid to die
Beefin' on wax don't really pay the cash
Like in the old days with Compton's N-W-As
That market got saturated in different ways
So when they fall, it tends to make a big splash
No stayin power, Catalog's a joke
Three albums they done, It happened to more than one
Too busy clubbin', ballin, and havin fun
To see how their career just went up in smoke
I got codes and keys, keys and codes
Foolin ya softly, Build dead ends from roads
Nothin difficult, but still genius as hell
Turn asphalt into brick, Ya skull split so well
They said I couldn't rhyme, They wasn't exactly wrong
But I do it anyway, cause I never obey
Taking time to analyze my rhyme will never ease ya mind
So just sit back and unwind, cause ya outta time
Credits
Writer(s): Broderick Burton
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