[Verse 1: Cinco]
I don't even know what the hell I'm rapping for
Maybe cuz I'm after your
Cape like you're a matador
Maybe that's a metaphor
All the things I'm chasing
All the nights I wasted
All the demons I'm facing
Screw the money
f** the fame
All this because, man I love "the game"
Never give less than 100 percent
Came in for art and I do it to vent
Craft like a poet, hope I don't blow it
If you don't know it, show how I flow this
Dopest Joseph, do hocus pocus while they throw me roses
Bouquets to soufflets, I'm too late
Touche what you say, a full plate
Gotta make way, and I can't play
Can't delay, no way, can't wait
No bullsh**, end of discussion
I'm gonna get mine, won't leave with nothing
We are coming for the top spot, sh**
Dream team bandits, me and BKnitts
[Bridge]
L-U-C-I-D-I-T-Y
[Verse 2: BKnitts]
Live in the flesh from the land of the free and the home of the brave
Most of the time, got a load on my mind but I don't really quite know what to say
But I'd rather be quiet, say nothing 'fore anything here gets spoken in vain
Y'all take your pride and throw it away all for a little moment of fame
What an erroneous shame, bogus and lame, living that life without a hope for change
Y'all talk that sh** but won't go to my face. Y'all act hard but we know that y'all ain't
Take another chance, won't throw it to waste. Take another glance, I'm off the chain
Take another tab, let it go to my brain. Then write another rap let it flow out the veins
Open up the grave, close that casket. Honing my craft, no holding me back it's
Sort of like magic the way that I fabricate and paint a picture on the canvas, damn it
I'm sort of like a Mozart. You're more closer to Rose-Art
My flow sharp, Fall back, leaf me alone you f**ing blow hard
Man all these corporate penguins sound the same to me it's no farce
Now start moving like February's almost over- go March
Right over all the foothills where the fields end and plateaus start
To meet the highest peaks that you could reach within the Ozarks