[Verse 1: Plot Device]

It’s all a mummery, money-hungry mumbling mummies

Bumbling dummies, and other phrases unbecoming

Rumbling tummies been hunting, wanting a little something

Wondering if there’s even any substance? (Or only fronting)

Yeah a spokesman told me something, hopes he sold me something

(Everybody tryna eat) But no, this ain’t a luncheon

Yeah I’m munching, only on Lil’ Bits

I’ll run up in your party singing songs like I’m Tiny Rick

(Till it’s time to dip) Rhyming sick

(While they miming shit) Rapping over voice tracks

(Thinking they kind of slick) Just trying to fit

(Might be it's time to quit) Our music is so potent, you could hit a line of it

No denying it, we providing it

Beats inspired by The Man With The Iron Fists

Metal Fingers too, Dilla, Nujabes, Stoupe

More names than pics to flip in Guess Who?

You could wave your flag, stake a claim

At the end of every single day we’re all the same

Staring at the ceiling wondering if things will change

Dunno the answer, but the thunder brings the rain

Or at least telegraphs its presence

Catch me chiseling epitaphs with lessons

Catch me chilling with hella raps in sessions

Hungry as fuck, coming back for seconds

[Interlude]

Man I'm hungry as fuck

Me too man

Pass me-pass me some of that

[Verse 2: KS Joel]

Coming at you from behind the scenes

Been working like nobody’s business (Sorry not hiring)

Major talent coming out the minor leagues

I see y’all, playing tee-ball, trying to swing

But couldn’t hit the piñata with two eyes to see

How many strike-outs till y’all turn the lights out and become retirees?

Be polite (find some privacy)

And keep your pipe-dreams between you and your diaries

My entire team focused on the finer things

And I don’t mean fancy mansions or diamond rings

I’m talking making something that’s inspiring

Trying to free myself from any mental prison that’s confining me

But don’t expect me to rock your mic for free

I’m surviving, but I barely find the time to breathe

Compensation for my labor (always nice to see)

But this isn’t just a side hustle, it’s a way of life for me

Can’t afford to meet more than twice a week

So I’m wide awake at night writing rhymes while my wife’s asleep

KS Joel, nice to meet you

Walk a mile with me and I’ll show you what the fuck grinding means