[Verse 1: Kurious] [Verse 2: The Audible Doctor] We've been holding this up for years and ya'll can't even raise your hands Like you in cla** embarra**ed in front of your peers I'm done dumbing it down son, the sound you hear Was designed to avoid leaving a void between your ears And while they toying with my fears I be destroying every stage that I stand on And planned on this as my career Except it seems that no matter where my dreams at with these cats It's more about a fad than a fan that can hear The true meaning, I've been through feuds with a few demons Leaving worn down souls/soles like shoes leaning Believe it You semen/see men spit like hoes without the kleenex And then wonder why the seeds hit the cement Out in the street with nobody to teach kids Stop buying that weak sh** support something decent I preach this And each and every time you reach for a record Be sure you check for the B-B-A-S b**h respect it They ain't listening I grip the pen tight and write till blisters end the session Sending tension up my tendons just to represent I've gotten ill at this, I don't mean that I'm nice I mean I've literally gotten sick from staying up nights Just trying to write and make beats for weeks at a time He's tight but he can't speak over beats when he's dying And it's trying his emotions that nobody know his name He's just in it for the rent and utilities f** the fame It's a shame how you put your love in to something so much it s**s The best you get is independent spins for a couple months Before you bumped talking bout all the things in your past But Andre told me boy you only funky as your last cut And that's what keep me running like I got a target on my back cuz One track won't last for the ma**es ask us Where we gonna be in a few I tell them I don't know but this what flows when I thought of you