Locksmith - Freestyle on Shade 45 w/ Kay Slay lyrics

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Allow me to paraphrase the apparent
Phase I peddle toward
A space between chasing my dreams
And what I'll settle for
Every new tier in my career is more clear
Focus on my core and keep these
Executives on a tether cord
I said it for a reason mind you
People speculate
But to myself is the only label I'm signed to
And I don’t feel the need to precede
I'm reserved hardly
Do all the work and receive
Proceeds from a third party?
That’s absurd sorry i just
Prefer to be heard, bar me
Rappers sign and disappear commandeer
A search party search far beyond the farce
That you fraudulently falsified
A false guy you fabricatin’ the
Fate that you toss aside
I assault your pride calling the
Lie like "what’s untrue"
They rappin’ with such uncouth
They bending like hut 1-2
No tellin’ just what some do
We shun artists and praise
Social media starlets
No judging, I'd probably fuck one too
This is here this is now this
Is how we are viewed
We cop shoes before food cause
Our values are skewed
We spend bread to get braids
It's inbred we've been bred
We've been fed and misled we
Duck shots to miss lead with this said
I'm tryin’ to paint this as clear as possible
Some people are roadblocks I had
To steer those obstacles
I will not let it swerve me
Like the clergy to the flock
Or the distorted plot they try
To smear this gospel through
My lyrical and vocal expression
Has never been
Questioned i know what it’s worth
You cannot define or try to confine what
Is inside or try to pervert
But, if it’s this lame I will disclaim
With a disdain from a distance
Saying his name and a diss may
I would display showing dismay
But on this day
My total intention toting the totem
You hold for suspension
I'm engrossed in my own convictions
I know that my foes are
Stricken with jealousy and contingency
Stalking my timeline
But make sure they never mention me
Lyrically there’s no comparing I
How come you don’t collab more Lock?
In three words: niggas is terrified
I terrorize any rapper on any issue
Fuck a taste maker
Cut off his tongue and tell him to wish you
Rappers use big words but
Don’t be saying much
To overcompensate for the music
They had to rush
Instead of creating ways to convey
What they feel as such
They try to over complicate in their
Lyrics and that’s a crutch
Clutching your notepad you’re so
Mad that you pretend
So you spit the most far-out
Shit that you can pen
But when you try to sound smart
Without substance in your art
You’re just as bad as the swagged
Out rappers that you condemn
Then, a fan once wrote: "We sick of gimmicks
See? You gotta be controversial and
Diss ‘em for empathy"
But, if I only become worthy
By giving you controversy
Then in reality the only real gimmick is me
I don’t need a sales pitch from
Some executive with a lisp
Trying to teach me how to
Tweet or consulting my status
I've been at this thing for
So long with practice
I could practically do a show
Anywhere on the atlas
If you at this nigga better
Believe that you at risk
Of being physically shunned i've become
What I had dissed
I used to criticize others for
Lack of lyrical depth
Now I realize there’s more than one
Way to earn your respect
They say I was slept on i kept on
I painted the picture you sketched on
I feel like these rappers are so full of gas
That they swallowed a glass full of Techron
Respect gone so you hustle for lots of loot
I’d rather be known as unknown
Than known as a prostitute look
Would you rather be a whore or a slave?
Would you rather be ignored or betrayed?
Would you rather be gathered amongst
Cadavers covered in lime
And forced to redefine whatever
Law you praise?
That’s the promise that they give
And expect you to choose
Between the lesser of two evils
In the hopes to confuse
The mad sheep while they bathe
In they own fecal
Consuming the residue of revenue from
The folks they abused
Now let’s define who 'folks' is
Folks is me and you in the
Lower bracket where most live
That don’t give a shit
That morality’s in fatigue
Only imagery created by
Corporations and showbiz
And whether you know this and focus
Whoever the foe is and fold this
You try to invoke which can never be noticed
So note this and put it in BOLD PRINT
The minute you go vent
They try to establish that you was a savage
The minute you try to expose this
If I follow a trend and try to pretend once
I essentially shoot myself for a fee
One thing that I've learned in
The last ten months
My only true competition is me
One minute they praise you
Next minute they haze you
Either you underground or you a sell-out joke
Cause there’s never been a rapper
With my lyrical talent
That has proven he can
Equally balance between both
I revoke any label or
Category you dealin' with
People need boxes and other people
To fill 'em with pass me off as one of the
Other instead of building with
That’s the ignorance that I turn
Around and kill 'em with
Then I turn around and still em with:
"Word on the street my nigga is
That you been a bitch"
You wanna revolution, let’s see
What better place to start with
Kay Slay and me?