Yo, it's Chris Jones
[Verse 1]
I call it audio abuse and desensitization
Displacement, the dissimulation of all races
It's basic, the state of the game is making me anxious
So, face it, the forefathers of rap are disengaging and
Moving aside for newer generations of hip-hop
Never backing down to the sound of the clock's tick tock
Shows guts, no guts, no glory and
I learned it from the best, by listening to the stories
Heeding all of the warnings, taking all the advice
Developing my perception and living my life right
Chalk it up to experience, I let it be my guide
I realize that fame doesn't happen overnight
Today's talent tends to blow up, sell out, fall the f** off
I laugh at you fake cats who relishing in what y'all dumb luck brought
You don't know hard work, don't deserve a thing you've got
Walking around, running your mouth, pretending to be something your not
Forget that sh**, y'all so confused that you don't know what to do
My roots trace right back to '92
Stepped up out of the womb, made the hospital room sound like a zoo and
Now, I make the ba** go boom
I'm from the underground, dirty like the tunnels where the rats scatter
Ass backwards, my man, I'm madder than the Mad Hatter
I've got a crooked mind, I can't think straight
If it's shape up or ship out, then I'm shipshape
[Verse 2]
Vortex spiraling, my mind is running wild again
Defying this, rectifying my viral environment
Denying this, that'd be like adding fuel to the fire pit
I'm implying it's the last breath of a dying kid
Flying ripped, tryna find a constant in my conscience
Exhausting options, haunted by my problems
Robbed, unwanted goblins chopping at my thoughts
All chalked up on the walk, no clock up on the wall
I'm too tall to fall, too gone to brawl with the falsity
I'm crawling up the wall with my demons, I got them all with me
A small city getting swallowed by my hollow roots
I play my trump card, so you can't follow suit and
Now, you're flaking out, waiting, debating with bated breath
Shaking instead of shaping up in the mess
Afraid to take a step, fading away to grey, but this ain't d**h
It's fate in the flesh and hate in my head that raids a plague of stress
Man, I've been singled out and reprimanded for
Working magic when everyone else is heavy-handed
I'm like a f**ing Praying Mantis on the mic when
I'm surrounded by the green, watch me vanish out of sight