You Da Man, Cuz

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Test, Test on this motherfucking life
Is this shit even fucking working?
Yo I really hope this is recording though
Ah, another fucking day

I been feeling a kind of way
Every little bit of my soul's frayed
It aches, this ain't the regular pain
This the everything out of reach
Unless you give in to their way
Play their game, cuz everything resonates
Once the hurricane blow them away
Shhhhh, silence less the frail
Hear tales about their stale flow
Mainstream hopes with static growth
Sound like those who come befo
See what's live yet they forget who came befo
Forget how many steadily quoting
The woes, tangible and with a focus on what's
Relateable, to most. They don't see me though
The debt that cradle those, dreams so inescapable
Quality hope is planning
For more than the noose end of the rope
Okily dokily and it ghosts into smoke
Potent enough to make an OG choke
Broke as a joke to you don't even know
Can you really really row this boat

Critical mass
One day you're supposed to look back, just laugh
Instead it's f*ck that, bust back, smack em with facts
Fact is, immaculate's an adjective, is you really that
A silent laugh, smile and dap you like you da man
Said you da man
You da man, cuz
Said you da man

Whateva happens when ya past stand up to haunt ya
Flaunt ya, rotten, awful questionable, once drawn to
Behaviours with flavours unsavoury and it'll cost ya
Statute of limitations is not a Canadian construct
And reputation degradation is monstrous
For every affront they levy direct assaults
Perhaps it's all in my noggin, the line gerrymandered
So constant, redrawn so often, I lay down, caught up
On who I am, study every memory flash, I draw my own
Line in the sand, I have no respect for the man, I was
And so I've become more than scum
I grind until the pain goes numb, and my soul finds freedom

Critical mass
One day you're supposed to look back, just laugh
Instead it's f*ck that, bust back, smack em with facts
Fact is, immaculate's an adjective, is you really that
A silent laugh, smile and dap you like you da man
Said you da man
You da man, cuz
Said you da man

Human limits outdone, succumbing
To the wondrous depth of unfucking one's sense of love
Learning all about trust and building bridges from ashpiles
And dust, feeling rusty and then those feelings erupt
Opinions like assholes, something fun to f*ck
I grind like my life depends on the outcome
Generational wealth is an option, for some
Fortunately I can build sums for my children
Obstacles run my senses dumb
Literature causes understanding, but frustration
Turns me into a schmuck, compassion and empathy
Aren't synonymous, there are many routes to run
And the most common is to indulge in apathy from the jump
Like something about your early 30's leaves us fucking stuck
And it fucking sucks, like enough is fucking enough
Let's make it erupt, Montreal what's up? Can I get a
Little humility since none of us really brought the city up
Altruism lost for the what can you do for me chumps
Pay to play baby, all numbers no buzz, ROI is what
Negative perceptions amuck, eclectic rush
Imagine teaming up instead of collective nothing
Squad over money, employment over acting funny

Critical mass
One day you're supposed to look back, just laugh
Instead it's f*ck that, bust back, smack em with facts
Fact is, immaculate's an adjective, is you really that
A silent laugh, smile and dap you like you da man
Said you da man
You da man, cuz
Said you da man

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