Calisthenics (feat. Merc the Big Body Benz, J. Artiste, A.B. & Genee)
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I ain’t ya typical Killin' these fools is ritualistic Gifted and spiritual Though it’s seemin' as if you too lyrical, they ain’t feelin' you Watch us work on a miracle Death to thoughts of the cynical Doubts of reachin’ the pinnacle Manhattan keep on makin' it Queens get the money, but Brooklyn keep on takin' it And the Bronx is where we made this shit Shaolin’s where they Emptyin’ the chambers 5 boroughs too thorough To ever forget where a god came from Real as they come Like Adidas wit' shell toes Their place in this space as fake as the faces on Melrose F*ck it, these muppets love it They mumble to sell mo’ I’ll be tickled if these dudes End up taking 1 L mo’ I’m throwin' them elbows It’s ludicrous how I act on my tutelage Stayin' true to this Move bitch I ain’t new to this A humble student But it’s mastery when I do this shit Nasty as Nas or Ra Allah Bars aligned in a rubix, shit Run, run, it's a lady with a baby and a gun They put her back against the wall and she dumped Fight you off, death come when I write you off Yo entiendo, no Nintendo it's no game, I swing an iron sword Puny god, I'ma need to talk to a higher lord Who's in charge? So hot that I'm cold Trick your nerve endings like I'm tiger balm, my top is gold He like the charm, it's the only thing that locker holds We build we destroy, make a ruckus, pave the path to destruction Build another project, we'll sit back and laugh when we bump this I make you uncomfortable... I'm a catheter Mother tongue, I said it in the vernacular I dont want no trouble though Y'all hoard the info like a pack rack Held in a hidden bungalow, singin' yall the rat pack I'm just movin' in the matrix, they be shootin' but I clap back No thang, when you got the better aim you get the last laugh, Merc It’s a movement, yeah I’m in the booth and I ain’t moving here Getting my kicks outta schooling these lyricists - call me the newest pair This dude is who’s what you should fear The epitome of delivery - your food is here I’m sick of wasting motivation off of hating Been waiting for them to fade But I’m sick of this fuckin' basement I swear - this game is mine for the taking So if you’ve been in this for over 15 years like I Let's chop it up, we can have a real conversation This is practice to me It's frustrating as hell to hear what all you rappers could be But you lack the routine of mastering your craft for your greed Your cash is the reason why you won’t have no longevity I’m talking rapping’s been a passion you pass the torch and I’m catching it This is a crash course, got more hits than your batting averages Always been a savage, don’t breathe when I flow, I’m asthmatic It's hard to dumb it down, I'm not used to it, I'm bad at it Boy, I got the sauce And the truth is f*ck the juice You can bring ya boys to the slaughter, got em all calling a truce I'm the truth Ain't no lies here Manifesting these ideas Plan to get it, that's mine, yeah Snap the neck off a pioneer Cash these checks, this is signed, sealed, delivered And ain't no other spitters that can shine here, yeah It's just me though Feeling like Carlito Fresh crack on the C-notes Or Royce da 5'9 with that torpedo Blow ya whole house up, blow ya whole car up Black when I gift wrap these raps, boy get ya bars up It's hard enough to survive in the City Where guys disguise that they shitty Jealousy and envy is rampant, they wanna kill me But I stay low, keep firing, learned that from Biggie, uh Tryna reach a Millie, uh This flow here silly, look Antisocial, socialite Don't approach dude Throw the mic and some protools Pass the light, bet he blow, ooh Man, ain’t no apology Even though I am sorry to see the world filled with lies and hypocrisy America’s turned a disgrace, a mockery Modern day slaves used to feed its debauchery We got mothers against daughters, brothers against brothers Corruption and disorder, we’re defined by others Never took the time to find our identity Looking to the media to find who we’re meant to be While we keep dying, mentally and spiritually While the enemy’s collecting souls like we are debris Burned by the fire of desire for notoriety It’s insanity, we put profit over humanity You don’t wanna free the people, you wanna be the religion How true is religion when the Lords name isn’t mentioned? False preachers hidden causing all type of dissension Claiming that they want peace while they’re causing the division Put your hands in the air if you know the truth Wave 'em side to side if you really live by it Like, what’s the point of knowing if you don’t apply it? Or to acquire wisdom if you’re only gone keep silent I’m riding for the truth like a freedom rider Even if I gotta give up every one of my desires Cuz I know the sovereign one who’s purpose is way higher And to achieve it I’m His living breathing amplifier
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Written by: Colin Lawton, Genee Carr, James Eastman, Jawara Haughton, Mercedes Barnes
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