Against the Grain
Liiiiiiisten
Roguie, I ain't racing brah... I'm done man
Cos I swear everybody just vying and competing for attention
Instead of looking inside and seeking their own progression
And whatever happens, happens
I accept it
Listen, I am light, I am dark, I am energy, you best believe
Like Centipedes, I step with ease across many seas
Seen many scenes like Tarantino's directing me
Still opportunities eluded me, but accept was never meant for me
Never meant to be, not destiny
Like following hella peeps under stress and on the quest just to get the P
Heads full of jealously, obsess with lesser things
While I desperately search for truth... that shit that deaded Kennedy
And rest in peace to all those souls who broke the mould
Against the ocean's flow, but still try to row the boat
I come from a broken home, but still somehow broke the code
When notions overload, I go snap on tracks like broken bones
So hold the phone, whilst I flow heavy Express Trains
Hot like Jet flames, but that's so obvious like wet rain
My pen game, like prime Magnus with his Chess play
Place me on any beat, best believe that's checkmate
Yea, best believe it
Any beat
And honestly, I really don't care about placing
Listen, I don't play, I go against the grain, I refuse to race
In this useless chase where we're taught to duplicate and accumulate
Them obsessive possessions, if you ain't steady collecting
Then be betting cretins in our stupid race could have you stressing
Yea choose to stupidly ruminate 'bout foolishly 'losing face'
Cos you haven't acquired maybe that fruitless taste
For the glitter and gold, don't diminish your goals
Post, Gram and Twitter and Ghost, just don't filter your soul
Posting for comments and double taps, but let's double back
This troubled path to the beginning, we was fine with none of that
Same goes for mumble rap... but times change
They strange like Cumberbatch, like Rambo with his duffle bag
Drifting writing lyrics trying to mind my business, spitting
But can't mind my business, it's my business to try to get you guys to listen
I'm about peace, love and unity, but truthfully
If these guys try my immunity, then I'm all down for mutiny
I'm about it
Load up the Guns, pack the Bats
Maybe it's time for the Warriors to come out to play
Roguie, I ain't racing brah... I'm done man
Cos I swear everybody just vying and competing for attention
Instead of looking inside and seeking their own progression
And whatever happens, happens
I accept it
Listen, I am light, I am dark, I am energy, you best believe
Like Centipedes, I step with ease across many seas
Seen many scenes like Tarantino's directing me
Still opportunities eluded me, but accept was never meant for me
Never meant to be, not destiny
Like following hella peeps under stress and on the quest just to get the P
Heads full of jealously, obsess with lesser things
While I desperately search for truth... that shit that deaded Kennedy
And rest in peace to all those souls who broke the mould
Against the ocean's flow, but still try to row the boat
I come from a broken home, but still somehow broke the code
When notions overload, I go snap on tracks like broken bones
So hold the phone, whilst I flow heavy Express Trains
Hot like Jet flames, but that's so obvious like wet rain
My pen game, like prime Magnus with his Chess play
Place me on any beat, best believe that's checkmate
Yea, best believe it
Any beat
And honestly, I really don't care about placing
Listen, I don't play, I go against the grain, I refuse to race
In this useless chase where we're taught to duplicate and accumulate
Them obsessive possessions, if you ain't steady collecting
Then be betting cretins in our stupid race could have you stressing
Yea choose to stupidly ruminate 'bout foolishly 'losing face'
Cos you haven't acquired maybe that fruitless taste
For the glitter and gold, don't diminish your goals
Post, Gram and Twitter and Ghost, just don't filter your soul
Posting for comments and double taps, but let's double back
This troubled path to the beginning, we was fine with none of that
Same goes for mumble rap... but times change
They strange like Cumberbatch, like Rambo with his duffle bag
Drifting writing lyrics trying to mind my business, spitting
But can't mind my business, it's my business to try to get you guys to listen
I'm about peace, love and unity, but truthfully
If these guys try my immunity, then I'm all down for mutiny
I'm about it
Load up the Guns, pack the Bats
Maybe it's time for the Warriors to come out to play
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Writer(s): Warren Shepherd
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