Kings
Open Mike Eagle feat. VerBS & Real8
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Pay attention
You've been late all day 'cause you're in your own way
Pay attention
Don't stray, pay attention
Brain, make an imprint
Change the whole game in an instant
Pay attention, pay attention
Pay attention, the kings are about to speak
Yo, hello
A nigga is 25, feelin' like a grown kid
I'm spendin' nights at some places that I don't live
Surfin' on couches, squirtin' on blouses
Outside lookin' in, I know I need some motion
Into another chapter and move on
Be a grown man but I'm all in these songs
I'm runnin' off steam just for my dreams
And geez, I know the economy's wrong
But, you know, it's a marathon, not a sprint
To my goal, gotta carry on like a pimp
With a stroll, less is more
But when you dumb it down they say you ain't lyrical
A spark of inspiration, you gotta grab it
Some people say it when other people have it
Tryna figure out how to reach a demographic
But the chosen content we exude limits rappers
Grown man thirty, so damn nerdy
Millennial entitlement, blame Ol' Dirty
Kurt Cobain let his brains blow early
Grey matter spilled like a mango slurpee
My pops never got his Kangol dirty
Red and white clean like a D. Rose jersey
Favorite Flipmode cat was Lord Have Mercy
So I learned about the shady in the rap biz early
Pay attention
You've been late all day 'cause you're in your own way
Pay attention
Don't stray, pay attention
Brain, make an imprint
Change the whole game in an instant
Pay attention, pay attention
Pay attention, the kings are about to speak
Look
Last leg of the race, pullin' through the home stretch
Born in LA but I hadn't found home yet
See, home is where the heart is and mine is
Rooted in freedom but there is no particular landscape
And y'all cats missin' the mark
Your roots ain't deep, man, your vision is off
It's too many weeds around your trees
And too many clouds, you broke 'cause you ain't in it all
Hmm, is this considered art rap?
If so, Mike, take the damn art back
'Cause once the kings speak as a matter of fact
These art jackers will attempt to Mr. Brainwash
So I'ma take an exit through the art shop
And say fuck rap, this is heart hop
I'm openin' strides on you niggas
Michael Johnson, gold cleats at the track meet
And you can push facades on your listeners
But it's hard to really pose as an athlete
In the presence of the veterans
You ain't fresh, so how you think you 'bout to rock a letterman?
Yeah, kept my eyes on birdy
So I don't get surprised when the sky's gone murky
Jerk me (Try), but I'm not gon' curtsy
High ambitions but I ain't that thirsty
And firstly, the only way an urchin can hurt me
Is if I expect him to act other than an earthling
I'm not the clown for which you were searchin'
I'm not nobody's puppet and I will cut purse strings
Pay attention in order to evade a lynchin'
And then change the system
And then rearrange the rhythm
In space, livin'
Without grace, trippin'
Takin' bong, ace rippin'
Trade wind flippin', haha
Stay different
Stop cocaine sniffin'
Mane, trippin'
Macintosh says think different
Spank women
If they're, if they're into it