Progress
Your plans may never pan out the way that you planned
But progress is still progress, it's the passion that stands
So you keep it moving forward, and improving from before
The growth is in the journey, it's the purpose in your core
My pencil imprints mental images. third eye observes
Emcee speaking vintage shit never been one to mince words
My fingers touch the pads on MPCs and magic occurs
Been on the cusp of breaking out for years, I'm still on the verge
I put in work, pretty consistent, whatever that's worth
Not that anybody really gives a fuck, it's the worst
But I keep on grinding, keep on writing, rhyming berserk
I'll be proud of all my output while I rot in the earth
That's facts
Never been a fashionable rapper, but I fashion weaponry out of raps
I'm far from passive aggressive, It's active
Passed on past shit, pass me the bottle, passing out
My past self was mad at mad shit Pantera, fucking Hostile
Ain't nobody fucking with my mosh style
High as fuck in Coney Island High, rocking a stockpile of contraband
But my jacket busted in the meanest sense
Dead of winter, broken zipper, sleeping on the heating vents
Your plans may never pan out the way that you planned
But progress is still progress, it's the passion that stands
So you keep it moving forward, and improving from before
The growth is in the journey, it's the purpose in your core
They tell me that the good die young,
So I'll probably live to be about 201, that's wishful thinking
Just trying to fool myself to thinking that the clock will keep on ticking
And that I'll have enough time to accomplish all my missions
Your expiration date will never be in your hands
But your fate always will be, so make an advance
You cut from a different cloth, so be your own suture
Because complaining about the present is not going to change the future
Can't carry no one else's load until I hold my own
I ain't resting on my laurels until I'm sitting on the throne
I haven't worked hard enough and there is some guilt
But I can still look back and be proud of the empire I built
I graduated from being a random battle rapper
To an artist who can have a fan's heart and soul captured
And though I'm still far off from where I wanna be
I can still look in the mirror, smile, and admire me
Your plans may never pan out the way that you planned
But progress is still progress, it's the passion that stands
So you keep it moving forward, and improving from before
The growth is in the journey, it's the purpose in your core
But progress is still progress, it's the passion that stands
So you keep it moving forward, and improving from before
The growth is in the journey, it's the purpose in your core
My pencil imprints mental images. third eye observes
Emcee speaking vintage shit never been one to mince words
My fingers touch the pads on MPCs and magic occurs
Been on the cusp of breaking out for years, I'm still on the verge
I put in work, pretty consistent, whatever that's worth
Not that anybody really gives a fuck, it's the worst
But I keep on grinding, keep on writing, rhyming berserk
I'll be proud of all my output while I rot in the earth
That's facts
Never been a fashionable rapper, but I fashion weaponry out of raps
I'm far from passive aggressive, It's active
Passed on past shit, pass me the bottle, passing out
My past self was mad at mad shit Pantera, fucking Hostile
Ain't nobody fucking with my mosh style
High as fuck in Coney Island High, rocking a stockpile of contraband
But my jacket busted in the meanest sense
Dead of winter, broken zipper, sleeping on the heating vents
Your plans may never pan out the way that you planned
But progress is still progress, it's the passion that stands
So you keep it moving forward, and improving from before
The growth is in the journey, it's the purpose in your core
They tell me that the good die young,
So I'll probably live to be about 201, that's wishful thinking
Just trying to fool myself to thinking that the clock will keep on ticking
And that I'll have enough time to accomplish all my missions
Your expiration date will never be in your hands
But your fate always will be, so make an advance
You cut from a different cloth, so be your own suture
Because complaining about the present is not going to change the future
Can't carry no one else's load until I hold my own
I ain't resting on my laurels until I'm sitting on the throne
I haven't worked hard enough and there is some guilt
But I can still look back and be proud of the empire I built
I graduated from being a random battle rapper
To an artist who can have a fan's heart and soul captured
And though I'm still far off from where I wanna be
I can still look in the mirror, smile, and admire me
Your plans may never pan out the way that you planned
But progress is still progress, it's the passion that stands
So you keep it moving forward, and improving from before
The growth is in the journey, it's the purpose in your core
Credits
Writer(s): Adonis Anfield
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