Another day out here in the trenches
It's hard out here for an MC to pay these bills
Shit
I started from the ground up
And no I won't compromise
Most of us turn the other cheek and remain blind
But I receive truth in a dark room with eyes wide
Why hide when you can have it all over on my side
No lie you got to stand up for what you believe in
No reason you can't start the,
And put an end to these blood-sucking heathens
Cut the beef and make them vegan
While I'm exorcising a demon out of deacon
Seeking truth, blood leaking seeping on the page
I'm off in the range, blazing the herb, burning the sage
Cold days, old ways, wishing to abide by
I wonder why I can't seem to get by, guy
Sike, I come alive in the night
Angel of life blessed me with the right to kill these fucking mics
Yikes, Okie doks, for you old folks and kittens
Better listen, pay attention, when the man's spitting
The listeners want something to feel
The pain and the music this shit is real
Another cold day is how it feels
When you write rhymes to pay these bills
The listeners want something to feel
The pain and the music this shit is real
Another cold day is how it feels
When you write rhymes to pay these bills
See we want to keep it on a level y'all can relate
So don't mix us those lames who do it all for queso
Flows holding weight but I'm low on my pesos
Cold day in hell till I'm done on the payroll
Eyes sitting low when I'm looking at the ratios
Say your team's packing weight but more like stacking playdough
I ain't trying to lie like I'm speaking through a payphone
Times running out the other lines all dial tone
Going to show you all how delirious we really are
How you suppose to rate the bar with some rhyme below par
But I guess it doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense
Whats cents without the dollars, left pondering the sequence
Balance on the mainstream is giving me a brain freeze
Raps the new pop, all hook no clarity
Yes I'm another faction because y'all ain't hearing me
Man I'm about to hit the bank and try my luck on lottery
The listeners want something to feel
The pain and the music this shit is real
Another cold day is how it feels
When you write rhymes to pay these bills
The listeners want something to feel
The pain and the music this shit is real
Another cold day is how it feels
When you write rhymes to pay these bills