Team Backpack, Locksmith, Anilyst, A-1 - A-1, Anilyst, Locksmith | MULA 2014 lyrics

You've been stuck in a limbo
Not makin' enough to be comfortable
You've been paying these dues
Maybe someday soon they'll become refundable
Yea, with a little bit of interest
Yeah a little something you could invest
Just yesterday you was a child
Now half of your childhood
Friends got infants
Shit, at least it ain't you
Until your face turn navy blue
When the girl from the other night
Calls you up to say:
"I'm pregnant with your baby, boo"
Aw naw man this can't be true naw
Naw man this can't be true
I got too much life to live
I got people to see, I got things to do
This gonna be a big change for you
Diapers, you gonna have to change a few
Plus work at a 9 to 5
Job for a couple of years
At minimum wage it through
See a time machine to really need it badly
Everybody needs you to be the daddy
Everybody needs you to feed the family
But, you ain't knowing if you
Gonna be able to
'Cause of all the time and the work
And the stress and it takes and
It makes you depressed and sad
You really wanna run away from it
But, you don't wanna be another deadbeat dad
And it's overwhelming
'cause it caught you by surprise
But when that baby come out and
You look into it's eyes what you gon' do?
Is you gon' stand there like a
Punk what you gon' do?
Is you gon' turn around and
Run what you gon' do?
Or you gon show 'em how it's
Done? Your back against the wall
Is you gon' stand or you gon'
Fall what you gon' do?

Dreaming with no eyes closed
Feeling like, "Oh, I’m close"
When your life borderline broke
You got no choice but to multiply dough
Show thy glow, my poltergeist soul
So they're like, "Oh this guy's sorta psycho"
Name a brother cold as I ho I'm like snow
NyQuil flow when I go rhyme slow
That don’t really happen often
Passionate, lyrically packed with arson
Every time I spazz they flashin' caution
Imagine the path of marching
Ball like I’m Shaq better back up off him
Tell a bitch that I got a Magic Johnson
Celibate? Nah she smashes often
Hit it raw t'il I’m all passed exhaustion
Look the second I rushed on the scene
I've been getting nothing but green
Independent? What's that mean?
I literally did it as a one man team

Now what if I said the music you're
Fed is part of a plan
An elitist agenda to feed and
Extend the catharsis of man
A subtle progression to muzzle expression
Through public deception ain't
None of us stressin' to suck in the blessings
Fuck your perception it starts with the fans
Niggas wanna follow the hollow model
And swallow the same bottle of pills when it
Threatens their ability
Boggled by the fodder of being fathered and
Offered an alternate outcome
To protect sensibility
Silly me to privy these prissy dudes that's
Willingly sacrificing they pennies
For blog accessibility
If you pay another to get on
A website that's a red light
Now I question your credibility
Dealing with the feeling of being
A villain concealing fulfilling
Any image you knew it was not real
Niggas wanna floss and come
Through the block talkin'
That shit like look at
These muthafuckin' wheels
You trapped in an image a prison
Created like nigga we made it
We slaves in the matrix and
All of it's heinous
Ask Angela Davis the shit is frustrating
You keep droppin' albums and CDs
We get it you workin, you writing
But, it's sorta like Rihanna's titties we
Seen them there's no more excitement
You tweeting, you posting, you boasting
You hosting these legion of students
You garnering all this attention but no
One believes in your music
Assuming you were unassuming I'm assuming you
Were doing what you thought
You had to do in order to get out of ruin
Now you wanna come a new and now you wanna
Come ensuing watered down bullshit
For dumber humans
I'ma come and thumb through it, I'ma
Put my gums to it
I'ma eat you muthafuckin' rappers
Ain't no undoing
I would rather be a corpse than subhuman
I'ma tell you pussies to be
Quiet 'til I'm done chewing
I just sit back and I look act the
Game and the game it disgusts me
I see it clearly you fear me 'cause
Lyrically no one fuck with me
Even my homie RA he told me
These haters they shook of you
If you open for these rappers and
Murder them nobody's booking you
Niggas complaining blaming they lameness on
The famous the aim is
To entertain us and none of
The shit is flavorful
I just take the lyrics and language
Twist them like fingers and
Turn them in bangers my nigga
That is not debatable
Yeah, nowadays niggas only on
'cause of consigns
Yeah, I'm the illest muthafucka that's
Been doin' this post Tribe
No sigh, literally I'm so high
Satellite close by
Niggas keep pretending it's lame
Then they wanna talk about who's
The best on the west
Coast and got the nerve not
To mention my name so halt the discussion
Fuck what you heard 'cause
You lost in frontin'
The difference from me and these spitters and
Lyrical killers I'm actually
Talking 'bout somethin'