Ransom, J.R. - Shameful (Intermission) lyrics
[Ransom, J.R. - Shameful Intermission lyrics]
Slow it down a bit, yeah
Uh, wide awake, I've been sleepwalkin'
I follow my dreams, stalkin'
Supreme awesome
When I reach it I'm goin' Steve Austin
That Stone Cold shit the streets talkin'
Might smash two cans together
Let the beer just leak off 'em
I wore my heart on my shirts
Then ripped the sleeves off 'em
I'm bearin' arms, you niggas need garments
Get out the Creek, Dawson
Repeat target, won't let defeat block 'em
Elite guard mixed with a street baller
Had peeps cross me in the Hine years
Watch the ankles my nigga
Time heals, audit ya steps
I'm like a minefield
How you live is how you define fear
That was life talkin' to me when
I had the blind ears
Now I perform on any platform
The knives been keepin' my back warm
They start changin', I transform
They'll cry later, I'll laugh more
Ain't no fadin' this black boy, nah
Man I'm remainin' solid
Won't change my logic for any
Amount of bank deposit's
So change the topic
I wanna be rich but fame is option
Attention seekers all addicted to
The same narcotic
Some niggas get through trainin' camp
But never make the roster
Different stories but they tend to
Share the same synopsis
I'm tired of payin' homage
If pain is knowledge, no reconcilin'
These heinous scholars no shame ya honor
We sellin' dope in exchange for dollars
Get 50 Cent at 'em and Ghost
'em to remain in Power
I'm like the second plane crashin'
In the remainin' Tower life is upon us
Thread lightly or spend life as a goner
Odell Beckham
They respect him for fightin' his corner
Well, can he fall off 'cause
Fans are demandin' all-star?
Or maybe Randy's war scars'll turn
Him to Andy Warhol
It's not a question of can
He withstand the onslaught
Or rather do we fight for our food
Or we plan to all starve? I lost money
I lost friends but no lost cause
I lost y'all
But ain't lose faith when you lost yours
Cross me and get crossed off
You Charles Lee with your boss talk
That Child's Play, no hable
When they ride dick and get tossed off
Yeah, no disrespect this just part of my poem
How does it feel to be
The greatest of artists unknown?
Pardon my zone
Just thinkin' back when my father was home
Pickin' on kids 'cause they parents love
'em more than my own
Damn, would like to think that
That part of me's grown
The perfect king'll give his life
When he's guardin' his throne
And I'm guardin' my throne
It's a shame what these people'll say
When they hidin' from the truth
Why blame the kid that's bangin' and
Not who run the youth?
Why blame the brother that's aimin' and
Not who come to shoot?
You gon' blame the nigga that's hangin'
And not who hung the noose?
Ex-drug dealer and killer slangin'
In front the stoop
When the moon's out we be warrin'
Call it the run and shoot smokin' weed
Guzzlin' liquor over a 100 proof
Shootin' guns
Duckin' reporters who only want the scoop
Duffle Bag, the God of War
I'm the son of Zeus
We ain't in the same weight class, nigga
Like Pun and Snoop
From the roots, pissy hallways
Buildings and jumpin' roofs runnin' loose
Got the war scars for those
Who want the proof
It's a shame how this life
Is stressin' me out
Since a baby I was Blue
Guess I'm only Destiny's Child
It's a shame
There's only been one that's
Bless with the style food for thought
If you lost then I'm givin' recipes out
What a shame
Uh, wide awake, I've been sleepwalkin'
I follow my dreams, stalkin'
Supreme awesome
When I reach it I'm goin' Steve Austin
That Stone Cold shit the streets talkin'
Might smash two cans together
Let the beer just leak off 'em
I wore my heart on my shirts
Then ripped the sleeves off 'em
I'm bearin' arms, you niggas need garments
Get out the Creek, Dawson
Repeat target, won't let defeat block 'em
Elite guard mixed with a street baller
Had peeps cross me in the Hine years
Watch the ankles my nigga
Time heals, audit ya steps
I'm like a minefield
How you live is how you define fear
That was life talkin' to me when
I had the blind ears
Now I perform on any platform
The knives been keepin' my back warm
They start changin', I transform
They'll cry later, I'll laugh more
Ain't no fadin' this black boy, nah
Man I'm remainin' solid
Won't change my logic for any
Amount of bank deposit's
So change the topic
I wanna be rich but fame is option
Attention seekers all addicted to
The same narcotic
Some niggas get through trainin' camp
But never make the roster
Different stories but they tend to
Share the same synopsis
I'm tired of payin' homage
If pain is knowledge, no reconcilin'
These heinous scholars no shame ya honor
We sellin' dope in exchange for dollars
Get 50 Cent at 'em and Ghost
'em to remain in Power
I'm like the second plane crashin'
In the remainin' Tower life is upon us
Thread lightly or spend life as a goner
Odell Beckham
They respect him for fightin' his corner
Well, can he fall off 'cause
Fans are demandin' all-star?
Or maybe Randy's war scars'll turn
Him to Andy Warhol
It's not a question of can
He withstand the onslaught
Or rather do we fight for our food
Or we plan to all starve? I lost money
I lost friends but no lost cause
I lost y'all
But ain't lose faith when you lost yours
Cross me and get crossed off
You Charles Lee with your boss talk
That Child's Play, no hable
When they ride dick and get tossed off
Yeah, no disrespect this just part of my poem
How does it feel to be
The greatest of artists unknown?
Pardon my zone
Just thinkin' back when my father was home
Pickin' on kids 'cause they parents love
'em more than my own
Damn, would like to think that
That part of me's grown
The perfect king'll give his life
When he's guardin' his throne
And I'm guardin' my throne
It's a shame what these people'll say
When they hidin' from the truth
Why blame the kid that's bangin' and
Not who run the youth?
Why blame the brother that's aimin' and
Not who come to shoot?
You gon' blame the nigga that's hangin'
And not who hung the noose?
Ex-drug dealer and killer slangin'
In front the stoop
When the moon's out we be warrin'
Call it the run and shoot smokin' weed
Guzzlin' liquor over a 100 proof
Shootin' guns
Duckin' reporters who only want the scoop
Duffle Bag, the God of War
I'm the son of Zeus
We ain't in the same weight class, nigga
Like Pun and Snoop
From the roots, pissy hallways
Buildings and jumpin' roofs runnin' loose
Got the war scars for those
Who want the proof
It's a shame how this life
Is stressin' me out
Since a baby I was Blue
Guess I'm only Destiny's Child
It's a shame
There's only been one that's
Bless with the style food for thought
If you lost then I'm givin' recipes out
What a shame