Lyrics:
shepherd's crook,
Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death.
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Those of us who stand out against the status quo
Do so against all
was accustomed to was hard to give up without a grueling work schedule or the steady paycheck. It was hard to justify ordering every meal from Seamless,
status signaling
It's showing off
Nobody really works 80 to 120 hours a week
Sustained at high output with mental clarity
Your brain breaks down
You just
Welcome to space, what were you expecting?
It's a dangerous place
Thank you for investing
Go there for your rota, there for your orders
Fill up these
Yo listen I've been writing grants everyday,
Gettin' so creative Billy Shakespeare status just to find a way
To make my application fit with what
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink
In a blink it'll fall to the
I see a close
to next morning
I be at the front door like
"What you order?" wanna spread the word
Heard you were working with the pigs
You a farmer yeah, it's time to go
the atoms united to make it work
Then wreck it, re-order, re-organize and perfect it
Then let it, forget it, then stepping into the method
Let it shed it's
play us
You talking about nothing
We talking about status
Everywhere I go they know me I be rapping everywhere
Now and then we dropping ground breakers
back
Can't upload music
In the order that I am making them in
What do I do, I don't know
Guess I'll just continue the status quo
Of music creation
mix with the status too
We've been smokin' weed and gettin' drunk, and mixin' batter too
Fuck all that status, I'm tryna get back the bag with you
writing rhymes about the streets
That was temple
My persona, identified hood pride
Logical, order of the blocks and
The streets and the obstacles
Shit work
The top of the status
On status to blow
Hope you taking your notes
Building cases on a case study like me
Case inevitably closed
Epitomize the modern
not even know the work
weh just left collage and still nuh know jack
weh young like bud but him dunce like bat
a give man orders a cudda who him
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
farther, yeah.
Had my marchin orders....reach my goals or die tryin.
Take off, never stop flyin.
Keep goin, never retire.
All I did was work harder....all I
good is health if you're Retarded
You're just as good everybody else Regardless
Of your status but if you sign a Dotted line
And start to give it time
the food/That's how I really kaboomed quarter mill in a quarter
Half a mill up for order whole mill will distort her make Facebook report her/I got upset with
changing
All the pieces to the puzzle
In arrangement
Well out of order
Kinda sorta but not as much
Maybe just a little bit
Or a whole bunch
Still tore up
damn don’t give a fuck
Lacking in order
Backtracking forward
Tryna put us back and forth
Impacting your mental status for
Madness that your askin’ for
yeah it's a epicure
I tell him what to order, always tell him what I need it for
I run down on the lab fore I even gotta get report.
A2RBs , ACEs
I'ma finish shit when you start it
Can't beat em you gotta join em
I'm independent, I work the hardest
For the ones we lost and the dearly departed
I got
combat or colluding. I'm calling for my orders, over. 'Strap on a helmet and start shooting.'
Clonopin to kill a horse, numb and blood thirsty 'til
a report on the Sloan Digital Sky survey
He got an F but he deserved an A
I followed his career from the first day
It seemed the lack of support
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