Isaiah G - Crying Shame lyrics

[Intro: Psyonik] It's a crying shame This art form has become soulless Solely to be sold while siphoning souls from the vessels with voices Choices are no longer parts of the contract, so hip hop contracts diseases Created in a million dollar laboratory The stories told between the lies, between the lines, between the singles they try to call hip hop, is a crying shame [Verse 1: Psyonik] It's a crying shame ya'll chasin a dying flame Like trying to fly a plane remotely inside a train On a that runaway status, that one a day status Like trying to make it rain on a summer day sadness This an art form, somethin' to make your heart warm Don't make sense to be a comet in a star storm Just show them who you are youngin Make sure you finish if you ever think to start somethin You the Luther King, I'm sure you gotta dream I'm sure you got a lotta plans for you and your team See I'm the dreadlock ninja, a**a**inate your pride But wake your soul up enough for you to make a stride Take a step in the direction where your soul stays Make sure you plant those feet and that the soles stay Never be ashamed crying Everybody in life must face the same lion [Verse 2: Local-K] I am nothing but a thought incomplete A birth certificate is insignificant when you're me A name coincident though equivalent to that of a beast Pain is imminent when faced with the wrath of a wolverine The path chosen is woven by my foes and enemies But my focus is intricate, I'm truly infinite Omnipotent, It was I Jehovah was witnessing More over, I was exiled due to my insolence That wasn't holy water at my Christening Within my belligerence are secrets to success, so listen in I'm Phil Jackson my pen is full of zen A revolution and nothing less, I'm tryna' implement See the execution is crucial, I'm born vigilant Waiting on miracles like I'm tryna' watch the Pistons win With my mind as my instrument, my word is bond These are Adrian Peterson ligaments, I'm Viking strong [Verse 3: Shad Fer] Too many kids tryna be rappers and too many bad rappers already And it ain't about the craft yo, it's half getting ya stacks up Other half is getting head from them bad chicks in bed And it's embedded in your soul, wearing gold, letting hoes Get a hold on your heart then a gold card for clothes To buy then they push out, Kunta Kinte whip the kush out Still a slave to the hood route, Barack Obama armor but my bush loud In the business of k**ing the critics without a lookout And if I sense a witness I'mma flip out, still stick the dismount Cause this for you listen to and snitch bout A n***a had to switch styles just to get paid to perform And I'm appalled but they applaud so I'mma make it the norm Often ask God why I'm Bahamian born But the answer to that's contained in my songs Could find shade in the palms or I could bathe in the sun But I stay raising the bar to places you ain't gonna come [Verse 4: Chop] Back at home, I'm from a spot, where cops would pa** us slow Packin-O's, parks with backboards but didn't have no goals Funny, cause some us turned addicts, to relax the load Adderalls, we could bring that rock up to Abbey Road Pretend-we-no-one, plenty misnomers, for those who pull us over Lookin over shoulders, that kush-odor, will give us both up A Little older, we was just petty-soldiers, to get us noticed Switch from coke-white to penny loafers, and sandy sofas Sammy Sosa, that thug image done lost it's color Start to shudder, coulda been me, sh** I lost a brother Spark-the-dutch-up, as high as gutters, but still be under Stressed out, in a cess-cloud, that's deception fa ya Look-Alive, I'm so damn scared to look inside For Shore, we ride, Cause Doors don't open up as much as snooki's thighs Bullsh** aside, for these lines i want a pulitzer prize But I'm more closer to get a spitzer from a n***a's nine [Verse 5: Isaiah G] Let me ask enough, if you can last the rough This for my n***as putting sh** up in the plastic cup A crying shame, just eating a lions game I travel Orion's plane to keep my britches up Then fisticuffs with the mischievous, I'm Schindler with a list of us To take out, while you make out I fake routes Like receivers n***a, make y'all won't even gon believe this n***a Make his mom and dad wife and children wanna leave this n***a I heave and shiver, from withdrawal from the league of sinners Terrorize the city like Katrina n***a, cause I'm on The same tricks, just run up on sane clicks Then attack and leave em shook like Kawhi in game six I'm anxious, my patience is awfully lean Utter a syllable I crunch him like some coffee beans Cut him like he's off the team, cause he ain't ever bout to get back You quit that, or I rip his body like some f**ing gift wrap Prolly call it a mishap, the judge give me a wrist slap Then I leave the pen and do the same sh** like I missed that Now, I relish more the times I was let a shore Cause I get to keep it all 3 Hunna like my credit score But not poverty bars, I'm positive y'all, possibly cause I don't just own you n***as I deposited y'all Utter a h*mophobic slur just like I closeted y'all I shoot a n***a for his kicks I foam posited y'all Look, I was crying shame but its over now Cause my tears dried and now I gotta cold shoulder, wow