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Verse 1:

The game changed and alot earn less here
so money talk, very few turn a deaf ear
my music compared to hearing human flesh tear
I had some good months, yet to have my best years
this hip hop is far from abstract
from the bottom of the barrel I climbed up a crabs back
and for this cheese I experiment like a lab rat
in the stu making hits for these haters to go get mad at
see Side a bad cat
and what I spit’ll pin your ears back
complete undivided attention
If you need more time Side will provide an extension
cause this dope I prescribe might require an intervention
calling, friends and family, I don’t do this for the Benz or the Grammy
my pens handy it help me cleanse my sanity
kicks are steele-toe, snares smack open-handedly
damn I see I’ma be here lil longer then I planned to be

Hook:

I’m tryna capture these moments on tape
for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste
bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart
pay as you go, this is A la carte
meal presentation look like modern art
you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start

Verse 2:

And they desire to emulate me is valid
light aperitif to stimulate the palate
forks over knives, I try to stick to salad
eating rappers alive they Walking Dead talking violent
this sick stylist can’t compose no love ballad
pimpin', binders full of women sign the ballot
politicin', vintage, fly and appealing
no limits, they try to turn my sky to a ceiling
but this is textured, interwoven with a feeling
where blind people touch It vivid colors start revealing
give it a second, ear nose throat infection
if you quote it, I admit I ghost wrote my whole record
my sessions like a paranormal activity
act civilly, nah this rap should be in captivity
psych unit I ain't talking gen-pop
write music that'll probably get me in the ten top


Hook:

I’m tryna capture all these moments on tape
for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste
bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart
pay as you go, this is A la carte
meal presentation look like modern art
you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start


You messing with the best the rest ain't as nice
I be talking to myself getting expert advice
and in the lab I be sequestered for the night
then I emerge with these words they like a textbook for life
but dumb rappers can’t hear my significance
if you think education expensive, try ignorance
it cost more than some blood sweat and tears
if you don’t build your dream they’ll hire you to build theirs
you need to fix that broken elevator pitch
I prefer to take the stairs where I prepared and made a niche
overnight success, nah 1986
I was young and enamored thought I’d be crazy rich
just a shorty drinking 40 beers on the corner
now my favorite rappers is 40 years and older
nice with the rhymes I been told that before
see I don’t rap double time yet and still I say more

Hook:

I’m tryna capture all these moments on tape
for these like-minded cats who might have the similar taste
bul so hungry a brotha ain't even ate
spit food for thought I got a lot on my plate
they got the same flow can’t tell they style apart
pay as you go, this is A la carte
meal presentation look like modern art
you wanna cook up a classic here's your time to start



Copyright: Whitmore Skillz Music (2013)

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from The Flyest on Papyrus, released February 18, 2021
written and produced by Terrence Wood (Side Effect)

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