What's the Motive (feat. Paavo)

They say, "Leave things better than the way that you found" So I got it for a quarter, and sold it for a pound Chilling with your dawgs, while I release the hounds Looking for a version of myself I never found A corridor of mirrors, resound around the crown In the throne of Damocles drunk off the power It's more than just a setback if I lose the balance The violin bow splits once more and I'm out Sitting court-side sipping wine from my chalice Never been one to back away from a challenge Nothing worth doing is easy, I doubt it At it seven years without ever thinking about it Going through the motions, eroding my fortunes Moment's grandiose, though I refuse to notice Illusions of grandeur grinding through my focus Y'all dilute solutions; I'm proven something potent What's the motive, tell me where it's at I refuse to settle on the values of the pack You can blend in or you can stand in the back With your hand on the heater CLACK BLAT BLAT BLAT BLAT What's the motive, tell me where it's at I refuse to settle on the values of the pack You can blend in or you can stand in the back With your hand on the heater CLACK BLAT BLAT BLAT BLAT You happy as a being? What you doing, what you seeing This an oversight, might want to pray the spiritual beings What you touch and what you rep not even true Might have meaning now, but can't take none of it with you And them so calleds just waiting for you to topple Any sign of weakness waiting for the stride to get hobbled This a stain, like it follows A big pill, big truth, too hard to swallow This a tale that's been told six ways from Sunday I could give you one more, if you want to take a chance to dance on the blade The masquerade comes to an end by twelve or six The only way it sinks in; if it's followed by a GIF A skull and cross bones, yeah that can't warn And I know right now you inside feeling torn And just know you not alone And every single day there's a new sucker born There's a new sucker born There's a new sucker born There's a new sucker born And every single day there's a new sucker born What's the motive, tell me where it's at I refuse to settle on the values of the pack You can blend in or you can stand in the back With your hand on the heater CLACK BLAT BLAT BLAT BLAT What's the motive, tell me where it's at I refuse to settle on the values of the pack You can blend in or you can stand in the back With your hand on the heater CLACK BLAT BLAT BLAT BLAT Hand crafted diamond rings, tailor made designer jeans Project the power of the man that can acquire these Every chain is a double edged blade A set of armor on the target it creates Assets of homage in the carnage you partake Born into a war that even Gandhi can't escape To change the course of history you're bound to face some misery And hopefully the subjects of the crown commiserate And back you to the fullest, don't ask me why I do it Vassals out by Power-Inn to Nevin stay the truest That's the M.O. that's why I never let go Breathe in, breathe out, they gonna test your mettle Upgrade to iPhone, used to have the Ghetro Bet your ass I ran so I could have the throne to settle Sword above the crown ain't a thing when the mental Is sitting in positions you'll pass down when they get you What's the motive, tell me where it's at I refuse to settle on the values of the pack You can blend in or you can stand in the back With your hand on the heater CLACK BLAT BLAT BLAT BLAT What's the motive, tell me where it's at I refuse to settle on the values of the pack You can blend in or you can stand in the back With your hand on the heater CLACK BLAT BLAT BLAT BLAT