The Underachievers - Eyes Wide Open lyrics

[Verse 1 – Solace] Born inside the jungle, you can hear it in my sound Fitting to storm the gate and taking the game from mumble-clowns The second coming of Christ without the nails and thorny crown To bring you that funky sh** that New York gritty in my style I’m the sergeant to the indigo brigade I’m Pica**o with the pen, I paint pictures with what I say Making that masterpiece, so glad to see we be getting it for fame Never enacting, I ain’t cla**ic, just separate me away From the catastrophes and casualties filling up in the game Loosing they sanity, the fantasies that filling up they brains (haha) I ain’t a slave to the TV nonsense I’m a rocket, I choose to soar back into a human noggin Keep on plotting to build the knowledge you can’t find in the colleges My dreams accomplish ’em, now I’m spreading like like the sun, it’s lit The soul the power garden, the human race ain’t from suffering Like photosynthesis, feed the plants, I’m giving the love to kids My mental cognitive, unite hemispheres in my consciousness These n***as chasing musical gold, but I’m chasing monuments You never catch me out with these n***as, I’m on some other sh** To move the ma**es and keep on churning to make my bu*ter flip I’m overconfident, still from products, don’t get your helmet split I move the continents, making n***as switch up to common sense My holy convenient keep my guarded, I’m the colossalas I’m making copper flip with these bars, I’m like an alchemist [Hook/Chorus – Solace] n***a watch your back, they be plotting come and slam on ya Old mans will clap at ya, same n***as get after ya Assa**inate your character, that’s why we focus on stacking up I’m limping with my savages, we kick back blowing cannabis n***a watch your back, they be plotting come and slam on ya Old mans will clap at ya, same n***as get after ya Assa**inate your character, that’s why we focus on stacking up I’m limping with my savages, we kick back blowing cannabis [Verse 2 – AKtheSavior] Hip-hop apocalyptic if 2Pac was living Keep my lock a distance we prisoners Ain’t no politicin’ with these cowards spittin cowabunga Steal your way they snitchin’ but the way I pitch it Copywritting, get a proper whippin’ Whippin’ past laughin’ like a whip it I’m a maniac, get it independent Disbanding fizzing it’s worth a chance But n***as don’t deserve a chance they actors just like (?) Separate ring they try to shake my hand get that Mayweather jab Back and forth n***as claim they lost but all they verses forged f**in’ frauds get to pullin’ work like it was f**in’ chores Spit that venom (?) New age full of peter parkers Soul asleep we need the progress So beneath is where I started Where we parted, my thoughts escape to places uncharted This ain’t a race but I’m a tourist patience still on course (?) inflated pawns lukewarm I bring the torch Coupons won’t cut the cost like you gone another corpse You feel the force and dead the noise be the resource I bend and twist the spoon And f**, no man exist that go this hard Make a list, I murk em’ all Shorty bad but she ain’t smart But her head like (?) Bud and bread is over all Some my n***as in attendance Some my n***as in the morgue And some n***as facin’ sentence and I do this sh** for ya’ll Most of all for my moms and her dream to see me ball Though some teammates might mislead you the procedure is to score, uh [Hook/Chorus – Solace] n***a watch your back, they be plotting come and slam on ya Old mans will clap at ya, same n***as get after ya Assa**inate your character, that’s why we focus on stacking up I’m limping with my savages, we kick back blowing cannabis n***a watch your back, they be plotting come and slam on ya Old mans will clap at ya, same n***as get after ya Assa**inate your character, that’s why we focus on stacking up I’m limping with my savages, we kick back blowing cannabis