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Yeah
In my city I’m a staple like Vince, enemies stay hateful
No record label, the label on the record is MAPL
Started strong, my longevity’s eight-fold
Listen to soul, pop, punk, folk and Masego
Rhythm extemporaneous, temporary, circadian
I’m the main event, game over, play again
High scorer, top of the three-letter hall of fame
That’s my name, later man, come back when you play to win
What’s my name again, blink once if you’re with me
Flow so slick, ’82 Grammy-winning like Quincy
Haters loud in the comments riding my clout
While all six degrees of separation bumping my latest
I don’t pay for a playlist but I paid my dues
Time after time and one of these days I’ll go A-List
Every time I see a chance I put my name in
I came in like a wrecking ball — stop, skip the record
Play Later With It
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope, yeah
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
My views in life are changing as I fluctuate from fight or flight
To hope as vibrant as my daughter's eye to the kaleidoscope
Every line I wrote removed a stable isotope
And as I lay each night awoke remain a latent type of dope
Pouring maple syrup on the beavertail
Listening to Gordie while I’m sipping on a Sleeman ale
Back when I was younger I would slaughter crews in Waterloo
I've chilled a lot and rapping grown man like Posdnuos
Rest in peace, Dave (goodbye Two) and my stolen youth
Lying to myself to make it seem like I don't know the truth
Talking ‘bout my family, issues of the middle age
Every single night, at the round table living like a King of Spades
Always syncopated with my theme song
Waiting for the sunshine so I can get my beach on
Roast beef with dijon, chickens get the hot sauce
Everybody ducking me gets served up like a foie gras
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope, yeah
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
Yeah
I was late to the party
Landed on a raincheck
My DJ request Bollywood pretext
I’m feeling it, stank face reflect
Green Day predates my PTS
My PTS, my PTS
These dead emcee scrolls my GPS
Got CBD to release the stress
Late night Letterman on VHS
Gas booth, grassroots, my emcee set
Microphone check between squeegee reps
Full serve, I got my full nets worth
Put my pen to work print to PDF
Been left on read, I know it’s been read
I got a lot to say that’s never been said
With skate tape mixtapes in my head
There ain’t no party like a party we break bread
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope, yeah
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
Too old to catch the hype train, too young to be a veteran though
Rhymes to cure your depression, I got that ketamine flow
Ready to go, been holed up since everything closed
Pent-up appetite, get that bread, raise up a toast
I’ve been reticent, let that be a lesson in growth
The question is how to know if everything’s under control
You see me roll with a couple friends that I know stay close
Don’t trust renaissance men who claim my wins as their own
I’m not leaning on a chance to blow up to know what I’m capable of
I’m late? So what?
I’m not leaning on a chance to blow up to know what I’m capable of
I’m late? So what?
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope, yeah
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
I never doubted what came out of the kaleidoscope
All I know is that it felt like hope
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Rhymes so spicy, need an antacid
High-minded, call me Captain Fantastic
I just want to hide in the woods all day
Where the ghost of Noam Chomsky haunts me
My bad, I didn’t realise he wasn’t dead yet
Guess I was caught up in my head manufacturing consent
There’s a multiverse of ways to get your head checked
I’m focused on my own shit, so much I haven’t read yet
(You rap horrid, your rhymes are abhorrent)
All that beef but nowhere to store it
Follow me, I’ll show you where the source is
Three Michelin stars, can only afford two courses
Bile building up, you’re all spit and no loogie
Sometimes a star is all wishing, no doing
Fumble in the dark, all searching, no moving
House lights up now, end of the movie
Call it what it is, a mess
The hatchet’s not buried
High time to give it a rest
I’m fine, you can’t run from high tide
Call it what it is, a mess
The hatchet’s not buried
High time to give it a rest
I’m fine, you can’t run from high tide
No, you can’t run from high tide
I been gone with nowhere to go
Don't think I'll make it on my own
Can't trust you so I'll do it alone
All alone, it's all I know
But let me run it back for a minute
Guess I'm glad that I met you
Through the pain came protection
And I guess I'm a master of this shit
I'm a special kind of nigga, I ain't worried over it
Cause you know that I'm a
High stresser when the stakes is low pressure
If I don’t get it together swear to God I’ma still be the best
Don’t you ever forget
Cause you know that I’m a
High stresser though the shit is low pressure
If I ain’t getting better swear to God I’ma still be the best
And don’t you ever forget
Cause you know that you can
Call it what it is, a mess
The hatchet’s not buried
High time to give it a rest
I’m fine, you can’t run from high tide
Well, they’ve been talking shit about you and they might be right
Well, I might be nice but not at the end of the line
You cried wolf too many times, I won’t break stride
To bend my ear and hear lies
Herein lies the struggle: what’s a real sign of trouble
If not an impossible choice
Man, I’m playing God, you’re playing tricks
I build facades, you’re faking sick
I’m making lists of pros and cons
You make me wish I never called
What you imply, what they infer
You change your mind, I change my words
We’re out of time, your claim’s absurd
Between the lines what’s left unheard
You call me chum like I could be friend or food
You won’t find me, no chance
Hide these tiny moments
Bundle up and stuff the keyhole
No peeking, I mean it
Quit this daydreaming
And hold on to your secrets, please kids
Cause you know that I’m a
High stresser though the shit is low pressure
If I ain’t getting better swear to God I’ma still be the best
And don’t you ever forget
Cause you know that you can
Call it what it is, a mess
The hatchet’s not buried
High time to give it a rest
I’m fine, you can’t run from high tide
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