Articulate Advocates - It's Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Pill] Just slipped my thinking cap on, thoughts being withdrawn On the spot, start to spawn, then by god they're bygone Let em' be, let me breath, let em' see, let me stop The best line that you never heard I probably just forgot Can't believe that it's real, but it is, and i love it Gunnin' it above it, then i f**in' plummet from the summit Tying loose ends, lacing knots up in your stomach I'm a pain in your neck, pressing the cuspid to the gullet Eyes half the size but my mind is open wide Put our heads together when we feel our third eyes collide Misinterpret words and then I turn them into rhymes Escaping from the cycle to a place beyond the pines I'm off the chain and I'm pulling yours Wait til you see what these advocates have in store I'm ravin', why you tapping at my chamber door? They here to plea, beg, and implore for me to spit a little more You step and I'mma leap, just confess your verses cheap Before you sneak another peek at the cheat sheet on your screen And when they talk about weed it's my biggest pet peeve I seek a shiny green tree not a pile of dead leaves A pen-like piece of machinery seems to be A reason we feel the need to be so indiscreet Rapping in my dreams, writing in my sleep I awaken every morning with a head full of lines I need to keep [Verse 2: Audacy] I keep peddling on but I'm back to my lawn again It's a small world after all, the sitting here and watching it Blame the kids, give them tricks, they'll grow up to deal with it Begging for a choice to be either me or ignorant Kicking this bucket list, had about enough of this Spontaneous lines are making top twenty hits What ever happened to originality? These new raps are scraped from YMCMB's cleats Scrap sheets fill up the compartments in the davenport Getting better with every measurement when we hit record Vessels are clotted, inspect and gain knowledge I'm being blunt, man this chronic, ridiculousness has started You can catch my enemies taking naps in anemones Fantastic fox trots without a clue, knees trembling Eyes glued to the television, unsettling Came back from the future and stayed to keep all your sh** from selling I'll be tracking down your record to shatter it Doesn't matter, you'll be sitting in this traffic for hours Ignore the clattering of the hooves on the rooftop Providing news to be shot before we concluded the plot Quickly mourning early risers, endorsements for outsiders Of course we have a**ortments of sizes to fit the silences I'm keeping faithful to the double A meetings In fear that life expectancy for patsies is decreasing In the blink of an eye, we can leave all this sh** behind us So we recline into a foggy state of bliss and empty-mindedness I happen to be finding this to be kind of ironic It's like alkaseltzer and tonic the way ideas respond