[Intro]

...We ain’t such bad people

We just want to puff that weed smoke

Jump back, you gave up last sequel

Got plenty more in my vast depot

Trust that

[Verse 1]

Your flows are less lethal, metaphors less cheeky

You speak of dead people, we speak of dead species

Revel in bevel and slopes

While your favorite emcee’s absolute best verse is about peddling dope

Heaven is broke as hell when compared to these golden bars

You welcome token gods with open arms

For me it’s slopes and arcs

Beef or war I play the soldier’s part

Poking hearts in the frozen dark

This for half zones and quarters we bake

...As we move from an orderly to disorderly state

Dumb people can only sort of relate

Dismissing the potential enormous change that an orphan could make

Choices and fates, it’s hard to interlock ‘em

While 1st world rappers claim they started from the bottom

I’m sure you did, they looking at me like “how dare you have the nerve to live”

As I play Copernicus, chillin with a perfect grin

[Chorus]

....I take the songs that I write and I sing for the record like it’s never been sung

You really expect me to run for the hills, hold my tongue when the reverend comes

I’m trying to grow and become the very best Greydon Square I could ever become

I wouldn’t care if I never blow, I guess a bad plan is better than none

[Verse 2]

...We never had the same goals

I studied more in case we ever had to change roles

Insane flows we aim at deranged foes

Then bought creation with the change owed

She came close, I told her she was better off without me

On a mission to prove wrong everyone who doubts me

See, i never said this was a good idea

Truth I fear, but i was always ready for it should i peer

Crazy amazingly brazen, maybe

Or maybe i’m an 80s crack baby, aging

Safety’s for the salary type

You can battle me on sight with any grapple you like

I’m smashing through mics

I don’t care if you can pay me

My creativity is going nowhere near the slavery

People always say to me “you should be more popular”

But that’s not solving for the fact it makes me think about the cost and worth

More and more, you don’t want me on the foreign tours

My music’s chloroform. What you want to pour it for?

...hip hop’s only isolationist

Trying to keep his profile low, all while trying to make a shift

...I found my purpose with this raw rhyme

Trying to create the best quadrilogy of all time

The fame ticket labels claim they lost mine

All because chose not to appeal to the small minds

[Chorus](x2)

....I take the songs that I write and I sing for the record like it’s never been sung

You really expect me to run for the hills, hold my tongue when the reverend comes

I’m trying to grow and become the very best Greydon Square I could ever become

I wouldn’t care if I never blow, I guess a bad plan is better than none

[Outro]

We have to do work by putting energy into something

To create the potential of our own future within that reference frame