I’m getting high by myself
I’m getting by by myself
I’m telling lies to myself
By myself
If the wisdom could reach like digits wasn’t ethereal
Maybe that’s rush through my conscious and turn imperial
Coloring every choice and reaction immaterial to consequential
Son keep that non sense clear of you
And stay alert, hustle wit ya brain muscle nigga stay at work
Recognize to my narrative that’s what I’m worth
At least to y’all outside of me
Congratulations like a cancer to armory
Rather keep the shell hard demeanor brick fear of what would penetrate
Connections denigrate with the fading tensions
Look ahk get out my mentions
Golden guilded tongue twistings in the rapped venting that’s just style for the shit a nigga scared to mention in everyday conversations with the still pretending
I’m sick of it till the very pit of my big stomach
Still thumbing my small nose at all the fibs running
The longtime Chicago rap duo teamed up with producer Montana Macks for their latest album that stays true to their conscious rap roots. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 23, 2021