Duct Tape

im the fix, im the hold, im the grip, never fold

silverback when I rip, leave em split, thats duct tape

you a fake, you a fluke, you the type thats gon' break,

talk tough but you brittle, whats your fate? surrounded by yellow tape

 

stick to the script or get ripped like a seam

im adhesive with the beef, I dont peel when I mean

you was 'bout it' till the heat got applied

now you tangled in your lies, wrap ya tight mummified

im the brand they cant scrap, industrial-grade

you the dollar-store tag, barely stick to the page

claim you hold it down, but you aint patchin' no gap

just a stain on the floor, where the masking at?

 

flexin' like you strong, but the pressure reveal ya

one tug and you gone, aint no stressin' the real ta-pe

im the permanent fix, you the temp, you the cheap

peel me back if you can, I just stick to my teeth

 

im the fix, im the hold, im the grip, never fold

silverback when I rip, leave em split, thats duct tape

you a fake, you a fluke, you the type that’s gon' break,

talk tough but you brittle, whats your fate? surrounded by yellow tape

 

you was cut from the roll, thought you measured the same

till the split in the heat showed the grain in your name

im the matte black, no glare, no reflection

you the see-through type, cling to fame for connection

I seal cracks in the game, you just cover the dents

leave residue when you pull, aint no trust in your bends

say you stick to the code, but the code aint adhere

now you curled at the edge, disappear like a sneer

 

tear me? nah. fear me? prolly

shear me? try, you aint scissor-worthy

im the last thing they see when the chaos erupt

you the first thing they skip when the budget get cut

 

duct tape. you tape. who great? who fake?

im the strip that survive when the weather get shake

you the one that they peel off the pole after rain

writin' 'caution' in vain, whats your name? aint