Attack one of my friends you awake me corrupt
[Verse 1]
I could be a star with telescopic bars
I got whispers in my pockets, stars and telescopes
I got heat on Hip hop back, and heat means law patrol
You be the first one planted in the compost
You fertilizer for your lane, the sow sowed
Even though you a idiot, idiot, the sows know
You just sow low, cause you got no soul
Sows know slow roasts, and you the slow roast
You couldn't be a shooter in a school of thought
Or even fishin' in a barrel with the scope locked
You couldn't be a judge if you stood there with a gavel
You couldn't even judge if you tangled up in scrabble
You ain't on a path, you ain't on a trek
You ain't got a map, not a single line to check
You ain't got a dad, so your route been unchecked
You ain't got a bat, so your bag stayed wrecked
You don’t got a soul, you don’t even got a goal
Not to fade in thirty years, like thirty years when you old
When you older than a day, like tomorrow turned today
Then thirty's come and gone, now you thirty in delay
But the past feel like today, so you lookin’ at the clock
Lookin’ at the day, lookin’ at the months
Lookin’ at the years, and the years just gone
And everything still the same
[Chorus]
Lame
The voice in your brain just became your voice
Same as your choice in shame, and you lost your name
In the game, and you lost your aim, became another
Lame
you lost your aim, became another
Lame
you lost your aim, became another
Lame
you lost your aim, became another
Lame
you lost your aim, became another
Lame
The voice in your brain just became your voice
Same as your choice in shame, and you lost your name
The voice in your brain just became your voice
Same as your choice in shame, and you lost your name
[Verse 2]
You parched and tasteless
All your words are dark and baseless
Like the oldest artist's basements
Where the canvas parchment wasted
You just harvest market statements
Without the smallest shard of patience
So your partner’s thoughts are vacant
And her garments’ tarnished fragrance
Got her dartin' from your pavements
For a smarter start in spaces
Where your heart's regarded flagrant
While you starve the hearts adjacent
All your bars are marginally abrasive
Make me gargle marble's pavement
You start a garbled statement
About your armor and your cadence
But in truth you just a target made of paper
Carved and painted
And it would take me half an hour to replace it
By the power of imagination
But the plan collapses
And now you exiled to live in tents and barracks
That’s your karma and it’s waitin’
You trying bargain with the ancients
In the marketplace of spirits
While they argue over the adversary
Your sparks are low on inspiration
And you can’t escape your basement
With your father’s overstatements
Of your past in arbitration
This is not a soul of greatness
Only the Optimistic
Could call it artistic
Where only the artists listen
And you the hardest listen
Like “Aw, listen…”
From the inception of you tryna step
To the direction of my shoe
When I drop it like inception
My steppin’ left a true impression
But you couldn’t find a new direction
If I tattooed a map of New Directions
Who you impressin’?
Tryna say you even left a shoe impression
When you steppin’?
It’s funny you say that
That’s a pun and a fake fact
Because in the matrix of my tongue, you a grey speck
And you prayin’ I may lack
But you hate that I slay facts
You wish you had my Conviction
In my mind you don’t exist in
Your mythology is fiction
You’re an anomaly, a glitch in
The technology of spittin’
I’m the law and the Transmission
Of the audibly descriptive
I embody my predictions
That I’m non faulty in existence
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ARYEH
Member since March 7 2025