Introspection (feat. Keenan Layne)

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Seth Bowman

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Yep
We run this shit
What you didn’t know about me is that I run this shit
Nobody says it in the room
But they but they all know the shit
Before you grow to big for your britches you better quit
Call me introspective cause I feel and shit
What you do know about me is I make the hits
The bass so loud it gives your speakers fits
We got them fine ass women with the big ole tits
Call me introspective
I assess my shit
Through introspection
Do we detect imperfection through self reflection
Now I have a sense of direction
As the collection of bodies accumulate
The stakes escalate
No time to celebrate
I’ve had my time to educate
Time to demonstrate
Don’t yearn for a higher life
Cause once you arrive
You’ll lose all sense of drive
Will you manage to survive
Live by 5 news coverage of you on the screen
Remember when you were sixteen
Visions of visiting the Sistine
Now your into lean
Fighting the regime
Not much to intervene
So much left to see
After you my sights changed
I took time to be me
Thought life was so strange but
Expansive range gave me the best chance
To ascertain profit directly into my pocket
Selling shit out of a socket
Though I longed for the goblet
Kept right on target went after the market
The ice just in sight
I wonder have I done right
I’ve obtained all I’ve ever wanted
My name in lights
Fine women at night
This life we live in strife
The best angel fell therefore I excel
When I expel bodies for precious commodities
Committing the worst atrocities
Here you’ll find no apology’s
This rap shit a part of me
You’ll see it in my artery’s
Yeah
What you didn’t know about me is that I run this shit
Nobody says it in the room
But they but they all know the shit
Before you grow to big for your britches you better quit
Call me introspective cause I feel and shit
What you do know about me is I make the hits
The bass so loud it gives your speakers fits
We got them fine ass women with the big ole tits
Call me introspective
I assess my shit
I take a pill just to get an hour of sleep
When I wake I hobble and I wobble then peep
In the kitchen so I can find something to eat
In order to squash the hunger that’s digging down deep
Nothing to be found I guess it was all downed
Probably by me yesterday when I was around
I guess I’ll just wait I could lose a few pounds
I’ll call it fasting cause I like better the way that sounds
You’re so quick to judge but I just wish you’d hear me out
If you dare start a fight just remember I’m the scout
I flow on instrumentals while you foam at the mouth
Talk your game cause you ain’t heading anywhere but south
I’m colder than some ice that was frozen twice
I’ve messed up and slipped up and surely paid the price
I used to always finish last cause I was nice
But the longer I live the more I find it won’t suffice
With cards on the table people really roll the dice
Fool me once shame on you fool me twice pay the price
I can do this shit in one take while you bitches cut and splice
What’s the point in writing something slick if you can’t say it twice
I research my enemies
I’m not old but I’m wise
I can tell that you're scared
Cause I can see the whites of your eyes
I’m telling you guys I’m on the rise
Believe it or not I said no lies
I never miss too precise
Cross the line meet your demise
What you didn’t know about me is that I run this shit
Nobody says it in the room
But they but they all know the shit
Before you grow to big for your britches you better quit
Call me introspective cause I feel and shit
What you do know about me is I make the hits
The bass so loud it gives your speakers fits
We got them fine ass women with the big ole tits
Call me introspective
I assess my shit
Damn
There’s a third verse bro
How you trying to do this
You trying to do another verse
You want me to do another verse
You want it to be instrumental
Haha
Man why don’t we both do it
You know like trade em back and forth
Hmm I like that
Ah Shit
Traditions must be well kept
Guarded absolutely no attention
Ascension of Brooklyn’s finer division
Caught up between religion and watching pulp fiction
Face conviction from my addiction
Been the victim of a vicious symptom
Call me a victim of the system of these twisted analytics
All these critics on my ass make me wanna go ballistic
It’s four in the morning and you’re recording
According to the organ that’s supporting the beat
So rise to your feet
From the jaws of defeat
And leave you beneath me no I won’t be discrete
Dropping bombs to leave them in disbelief
Debrief me when I enter the room cause
I’ll leave your carcass floating by the moon
That means outer space homie
You’re fucking with your doom
I put you in a tomb
Drop a bomb on you then boom
Defeat is your bride
So I guess that you’re the groom
So get married to the beat
You will meet your end soon
In bloom perpetual flowers
Grown near the garden at noon
While I dine with fine wine
The stars shine guide my lines
Grown out like vines
Will you follow street signs
Or end up dying trying to climb
In your mind but forget it
You might as well be blind
Read between the lines
Like the cracks on the walls with the vines
I’m out of time to say it
So just listen to the rhymes
I’m basically ultraviolet
Shining all the time
What you didn’t know about me is that I run this shit
Nobody says it in the room
But they but they all know the shit
Before you grow to big for your britches you better quit
Call me introspective cause I feel and shit
What you do know about me is I make the hits
The bass so loud it gives your speakers fits
We got them fine ass women with the big ole tits
Call me introspective
I assess my shit

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