[Verse 1: Plot Device]

U Crescent, building 7, 3rd floor

Met the group there when I was just a sophomore

Rocking house shows and some local open mics

Study the art, learn how to promote it right

The usual, I make beats brutal too

Write lyrics suitable, maybe even confuse a few

But what you gonna do? Nobody wanna read

If they do it's just stupid shit on their news feed

[Verse 2: Bon Mot]

Keep writing, that's a doozie

Been trying for awhile and it kinda got confusing

Three lines in, pen pause, ten songs turn to eight

Keep it moving, tend to hate everything I'm ever doing

"Do it anyway" they tell me, "Never gonna sell," I think

But drink until I feel a little better 'bout myself

Been doing this awhile just for smiles and handshakes

Give it back for free like some music to the fan base

[Verse 3: KS Joel]

Back in the days we rapped in a haze (UC)

That was the place the Borgata met Paronomasia

Three brains still trapped in a cage

But when the team got together we hit it off like a bat to baseball

Faced all fears armed with knowledge

Flipped it into wisdom in the years beyond college

Damn near half a decade on and off of the grind

But we're buckling down now cause its harvesting time

Duck and cover, coming up from under the underground

Gonna rupture the Earth's crust, pummel your structures down

Erupt, through the surface, flood and smother your towns

Until every single motherfucker's bumping our sounds

We get down, to the rhythm that resides inside us

Infectious, spread it like a virus

Whether its a feather to papyrus or thumbs to the touch screen

Bring the vision to fruition turning nothing into something

[Verse 4: Bon Mot]

'Cause it's the old whip owning, no gas having

Finna lose focus like he never had it

Composure just for hoping, knowing he gone crash it

Tending to the spliff he guaranteed to grab his nutsack

Patted on the back like you'll be happy when you're old enough

Screaming from a slumber water chugging from a soda cup

Romanticize depression, idolize the dying

Compromise with cheap drinks and poor lighting

[Verse 5: Plot Device]

Winding maze, we combine to find a way

Forces outside provide delay

But our eyes steady focused like a lion on its prey

Disbelievers start choking when we climb up on the stage

The dopest shit you didn't look for

Catch me at the bookstore

Really I should cook more

Dusty fingers, see him at the record store

Digging through crates all day 'til my neck is sore

[Chorus: KS Joel, Bon Mot, & Plot Device]

We're coming for the throne just to smash the crown

And burn the whole castle down

We're coming for the throne just to smash the crown

And burn the whole castle down

We're coming for the throne just to smash the crown

And burn the whole castle down

We're coming for the throne just to smash the crown

And burn the whole castle down