About the time we make a run for it, want the volume, meet me in the ballroom, little darlings, I'm the one for it
Kept my center straight by setting pace that numbs organs, sorting out the routes, all the shops, they ain't got the lungs for it
Down the rung from around the sun, the drums orbit, when there's a light and the lens unfolded, most likely to pin a clutch chorus
Been off the portions, hunger portions, still we don't ration out the rationale, roll the tape up, got an active valve, without an ask around, you can asterisk out
Been in the conversations that they ask the crowd, a flame's the brightest, put your name on a flyer, you can pass around
My only plan was overthrowing all the underhanded options, scholar with the blue collar, though anymore I never get the chance to pop it
The coverage large with a low cover charge for steady hands to mock it, still we let them jam, yelling no to every song, the wedding band is rocking
Ironic, my circle's smaller than the wedding band, I'm rocking, not a better man, but these letters stand to profit
Don't need to write a check to me, I'd rather interject a brand break, they say respectfully like we ain't got the intellect to translate
Can't help but mention there's always something extra in the handshakes, verses too pivotal and I take it too literal to stand fake
About time to edit the areas, comparisons, paratrump to the parts of the flow, you can't chart with a note
I should charge what I'm owed for this old heart that sparked those waffled tones, played with poems and got lost in the post
Oh you rap right, right until the path gave you half life, rather take a plot on the wall on the favorite spots they pass by
They never let them have the last try, lying pine for dimensions, nothing fly by night for my life
My time in this section, if there's a mic then there's a kite with a message, turn off the brights every time I step in the light, it's divine intervention
When the sands lands, I'll probably die with a pin pried from my hand, with the pride of my tribe knowing I was never tied to a trend
Stood my ground with the soundtrack while most were likely to bend, stood with my brethren, all legends, and looked right in the lens
Don't need to write a check to me, I'd rather interject a brand break, they say respectfully like we ain't got the intellect to translate
Can't help but mention there's always something extra in the handshakes, verses too pivotal and I take it too literal to stand fake