Crumbs in Every Bag
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Friends, how many of us watched it?
Every bit man was on that Joey and Posh shit
Soon as the needle dropped, the whole party said "aw shit"
And turned the kitchen to a mosh pit
The heart could split a killer hostage to send a message
Raw shit, you get rewarded for your investment
Lord give it, yeah this song's written with protection
Hard hittin', been givin' kids their lessons in independence
The good professor's wreckin' your shop
We look alike, we get it a lot
He's sort of a Kirk, he's more of a Spock
There is no good cop, this city's on lock
No ease up, no chill, no mood stabilizer, no sleepin' pill
Nah, no white rappers with a grill
Lookin' awkward, also sit 'em next to
Kendall Jenner with them awesome corn rows
Don't watch award shows, strictly writin' raps with the door closed
Using the high hats to send a message in morse code
Dag, there's crumbs in every bag
There's crumbs in every bag
The greedy want the crumbs too, living so comfortably numb
The seeds and the stems, comfortably dumb
Typing with no opposable thumbs
Their brain's not even grown up enough to process the wordplay
Get high, have fun, how dare they
Beware my terrifying skill display
Fill the frame from margin to margin with a novel antiquity
Writing from left to right with a quill in my grip
The puppy's head tilts, what is this I see? It's the artifact
Nowadays babies try hard to get stared at
When all we had to do was just be in the room to get glared at
Where's that test? No longer existing
These kids, they go fishing, their soul is the bait
The poetry's missing, I feel like I'm late
But the party never invited me so I'm great
Status quo, the baddest bro forever raised
But the machine is broken so we climb the cage
But won't let sour milk define my age
I like to mumble and freestyle and get mega-paid
But I respect the process and not the game
I refuse to play, want my cake and eat it too
It takes two to tango, man you need a shrink
Crumbs
There's crumbs in every bag
Beware, there's giants in our midst with walnuts for brains
On some futuristic kama sutra shit, we're all fucked the same
I got too much to lose and not much to gain
But on a dare I'll Zapruder your career frame by frame
See, this is where his walnut got cracked for talkin' smack
It splattered all on his wifey's lap and pill box
The kid pops back, but where from? (Chill)
There's a sniper in the hills pickin' off crumbs with spear guns
I like guns more than control (but I like gun control)
Now I need a background check to grab your neck and pluck your soul
Behold, this ghostly figure whose host was quicker to roast a kid
Instead of showin' support like poster sticker
The up and comer came to get down
They wouldn't let him shine, they threw shade on a sage
And now there's a dumpster fire fueled by umpfs of the empire
They expected us to use our last breath to pump their tires
Should've checked the pressure gauge (you would've been amazed)
Come the seventh day (you rested)
I was center stage (you had a change)
They signed my yearbook like "never change"
Bitch if I ain't different the next time you see me set me ablaze
So I can go out smokin' and firin'
Fuse my ashes into the nastiest and bloodiest of diamonds
Propose to my ex (tell her sorry for the ghostin')
I was a rider on the firestorm (and that was in my final form)
Right or wrong, if you succumb to every fad
You should get dragged, there's crumbs in every bag
There's crumbs in every bag