HWLS - Operation: R.E.C.E.S.S. lyrics

[Intro] Cowabunga! Sick [Verse 1] Let's take some time to have a little fun Sometimes you just want to have a little bit of fun Even in this Dark Paradise Let me show you all how it's done Psyche! I am considered a lame Because I don't talk down on other people's names And I don't party, and I don't drank And I don't roll up with that dank Well, this is for the introverts, I guess Rather just sit at home with no guests Rather just be alone and don't dress Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start From the video games, I had to depart Took up too much of time, was cuffing my mind I wasn't feeling so sublime, now I'm, on a path To make a move, I paid my dues Working on my knowledge but dropped of college I just might get labeled a crazy fool Two and half years of cla**es Then I just, dropped it like that? Oh well Different story to tell, different song to rap Came in with the steez of Spinelli So everyone knew I was ready I knew the conditions were heavy I knew that the truth would be proof That I needed to do this, I'm doing it Nobody can ruin it, except for me But oh I've got the recipe To be a living effigy of The Stem of Jesse I'm just trying to recline Take some time with my mind I'm not looking for dimes I look for divine I feel like the book's on decline So maybe I don't need a break Until they see me at my wake I'm awake, I'm alive Comprised of all that I've seen Stop making a scene, and start making a team Don't just wait for a dream Might get placed in a place where the case is the worst But with proper adjustment you might make it work With ethics of someone who know's what it's worth And a talent that allows you to go so berserk That they don't have an option but to stop and observe And you profit through knowledge and chopping the turf Leaving a mark in the process of paving the pavement And get lost in the thought of changing generations And generating so much energy That enemies would get lost in amazement With mazes directing the path And perfecting the craft in a lab Like come on, take a stab at it And if they laugh at it, tell them have at it Leave them with less breath than the chest of asthmatics Sheesh, what if he preached? Would he keep speaking like that? Would he slow it a little? So I could just take a few notes in the middle I'm sorry, I'll play you the smallest of fiddles And gather your vittles then take them Right out of the kitchen we're serving up serious roles I rose from those who didn't contest My blows are bold, I'll give them best Recess