Sau - Triptych lyrics

[Intro: Bilal Ndongo (îota)] I'm glad you could all make it out And um when you dip If you satisfied with what you have please tell a friend I'll be here all week (Alright) Now over there, I got my momma's antique tea set There's some marbles over there in the corner And some freeze dried rations over there We got uh, uh, a couple of knick·knacks and- (Hey whats-) Nah dont- dont touch that [Verse 1: Tek] f** what you think about me Bet I been thinking worse I tried to single out me I tried to k** it out me Put the flame upon it I put combustion in percussion put my name up on it [Break: Bilal Ndongo] Hey, hey That's not for sale [Verse 1: Tek] Now I claim somethin I could cave under, I could slip Or I could shape out of, I could stay smothered under bliss Or I could Listen to my records on repeat Reminisce on when my wreckage was complete Not a rapper in your section could compete I tried to cultivate it, lot had culminated tween the peaks I tried to hone that, refine and mold that You bit your sh**, you better own that Now don't atone that, my blood had dissipated Two of em booked for nothing, and they bungee corded I couldn't cut it [Verse 2: Amani Fela] Probably not a human Hardly do he profit off the truth and Karma he refuse for deuce chakras for some smooches Loose ends tend to follow never lose him The conditioned sit in sorrow as the rules bend (bend bend bend) Who's turn to reign supreme? Who's earned the right to preach bout life and what it seems like? On the inside and out Not he who bouts perfect scene Not he who moves with the serpent through his dreams Fervently urgency pulses through his veins Words he speak burst up into flames He never had a name Only had a label His memories act as tornadoes s**ing him in The raw thought of his loss feel like puncturing skin Temptation governing and its troubling him But f** it he pretend to paint as the most comfortable Holding onto anything that will love him most [Bridge: Sau] [Outro: Tek] Double back on, double back on Vindications been dictated What I help you through? Not a damn thing On the drink I called all desperate From the brink you hauled my a** up And I clipped your sh** with intention And I blink, act shocked you messed up