Plan A - Gimmick lyrics

Chorus Need to have a gimmick if you wanna do a show When you get the bright lights, bring the hype flow Someone in the crowd knows how to get a contract Need to have merch if you tryin to get dough Been a long time since I had a minute Now I'm takin my time up in it, making sure I get it Slap nerds backwards, natural disaster Ground shaking crust breaking, fracture Compound, weed & rum going round Its wall to wall sound this chains is unbound Some are getting too fresh & see they don't know where their limits are They get too close I make sure that I chop them with my scimitar Calm yet dark, subtle but volatile Can't handle the outside, I stay up in your domicile Speak in the vernacular funks an appendage Most times I'm silent cause thoughts are demented Chorus x2 As we rummage and forage through concrete jungles and forests They sociology to over power psychologically Neurology neurologist the anesthesiologist I said I wanted p**y so they brought a gynecologist I'm faster than Barry Allen, more will than John Stewart Knew Parker's identity asked the question who do it Who knew it PR runnin through it concrete or fluid Even hawk-man's vision fails when compared to it Been from Gotham, Metropolis, Themyscira, Apokolips In Atlantis, ate the best fish sandwich Coast city, OA, the anti-matter realm In Keystone City, I wore Fate's helm These things combined can't describe my mind Cause I'm crazy sublime an*lytical prime Not recovered from my past strife now I'm on my last strike Make it even worse, seeing visions from a past life Chorus x2 When its all said and done, these sounds move mountains Out my face spouting lyrics like a fountain Ma**aging my temples with baselines & tempos Music is universal elemental Trees be deciduous some dames be deceiving Demolish the doldrums cause facts only speaking Been time traveling learned from the previous Spoke to dead relatives, I weary of devious Yo I gotta make money to make my status greater Ma** produce music to accumulate paper But it wasn't coming fast enough told I needed badder stuff Talk about women, d** & how the streets are tough Got no recognition so I had to conform more Got a diamond glove & gla**es from a novelty store Now I'm makin funds all over the globe & all I had to do was sell off my soul Chorus