[Verse 1: Impulse]

Save the Hell yeahs and Hallelujahs

Kenny Dalglish let me kick some knowledge to you

A word of caution to you

If Lil' or Young are in your name then don't even bother I ain't talking to you

Dawn of a new age when Eve embraced The Serpent and cracked Adam

Is the way I'll embrace you whack rappers -- with cracked atoms

You're out of tune with your Autotune

So ungraceful I want the top spot you can take two

Take the rap game or y'all can hand it over like controllers

And that's the way I know how to console you

Indie labels replacing gimmicks and breaking limits

So where's that leave you and all the shit you rehearsed

If I was you I'd just be glad that I could get to you first

You should know by now it's evil to live in reverse

1 drop, 2 steps, and 3 lives ahead of -- that's unheard

Think you can catch up -- fuck what you must heard

Self-proclaimed MC's nothing but paradigms

What cause your parents bought a laptop and you can spare some time

You deserve a record deal? That ain't the transition

Your lines about as clutch as automatic transmissions

Got a chance you ain't deserve and half-assed it

But quick to say you dropped another classic

But if I'm anything it's an understanding man

So I've gotta place ½ the blame upon your fucking fans

Who pray on prosthetic prophets who practice preaching Prada

Produced by heaping praises on prepackaged problem products

This wasn't just to say you suck because you do

At my core I got love for hip-hop and got love for you

Cause at it's core this world is a savage that'll vandal

I see you can't push the weight of these bars you can't handle

[Hook]

Cause all we just wanna do is evade the labels

But somehow end up tryna chase the same

Where I'm at it's not a question of whether you're able

Get fucked up not watching your step with caine

Cause all we wanna just do is evade the labels

But somehow end up tryna chase the same

Where I'm at it's not a question of whether you're able

Get fucked up not watching your step with caine

[Verse 2: Impulse]

This here's an ode to friends

Paste tense end of the road when I tried to turn these boys to men

I figure they over the hill like Tommy

Tried to cut the umbilical and separate 'em from the nipples of their mommies

Get 'em to be more aggressive like killer bees

But they content with crawling at the speed of centipedes

Catch a wave and have these fakers tryna make amends

Even The Savior had a traitor at the table breaking bread

My contenders are pretenders it's easy to be the winner

But what's the point if nobody's gonna remember me

On the day that my metaphors and my similies

Get me clapped like after assemblies

When light dies out the system pushed the pest aside

Legacy set aside jealous lies from jealous eyes

All because I spoke out on these modern Holocausts

Cause no one seems to care what all these fucking hollows cost

Rapped to connect with my innocence in a sense

But met with close doors like Jehovah's Witnesses

When they box me and you're asked to speak before they pray

Tell me what the Hell you gonna say?

What can you say?