Sworn-Son - Numbers On The Boards (Pusha T Cover) lyrics

[Intro] (How you feeling? Feel alright?) I'm feeling alright I don't know about you [Verse 1] Double dutch-jumping, uppercut-punching calculations s**er, what? Ducking with your plastic faces Rearrange that brain, be insane, Jack Be the chain and aim No need to blame Rap I'm feeling like you're feeling like you getting hype is really tight The Philly types feeling like it's a stupid and silly sight Give me mics, give me stages, living phrases Missing pages indicate you jumping jacks can't even bicker right Argue about clothing lines, get clothes-lined You troopers talking about your futures but there's no time To even co-sign my independent a** I'm sick of Rap already, standing still and steady I'm a sentry, guess I'm trapped Orders from the top, the borders of this box Are getting bashed. Pay attention, quarter-mil or not That water spill is hot but if I author all the drops I can't get burned so I build until the mortar is in shock Until the brick looks at the mortar with confusion And they both look at the builder and start losing it Cause my sh** was so hard-hitting because the bars written spell out prison: Precious, Rhythmical, Intellectual, Sociopathic, Open Nails Given to be nailed in the form of math - numbers on the board Look at me under all the chords [Hook] Ballers, I put numbers on the boards Web crawlers, I put numbers on the boards [Verse 2] (Motherf**ers can't rhyme no more 'bout crime no more) Look, I'm no lord still I sign those floors With my footprints still hooked in to my spinal cord I walked and I shook them into times of war I'm a neanderthal: I existed before the modern man I'm bordering on misfit. Born with a lot of plans Dude, you gotta land no matter how fly you are The chatter, I am tired of Blacker than your tires, worn Pushing numbers on calculators and buying chalks f**ing done with asking favours and trying to talk Deleted record label executives' phone numbers Playing witchcraft and they've got their own muggles With some string luck I'll push out from being a mudblood 'Til I connect with listeners deeper than lovers You don't scare me with your covers and awards Look, I'm the type of person s**ers can't avoid Holler! [Hook]