Quartered

(prod. îota & Edo Lee)

[Verse 1]

I hit the track propelling

I came up off the thruster late, impact with something

The traction coming, I felt already

I came up off of Native Tongues and Makavelli

I came up off of dirty south and Soulaquari-

I made my route encrusted it, entrusted it

All roads fed into the bar code, ok

Al-most fled into the dark, I docked, I didn’t

Talk, listen

Had to dust a bit

Had to conservate it, I’m at the precipice

I came up off of do your shit don’t bitch about it

I came up off of money tight don’t fuck around with

I came up after truants

I cannot hack the Rubik’s

I came up out the rubrics that you cut up out of

I can’t amount to record you could trust in, I could maintain-

I could maintain through the clutches of it

[Verse 2]

Bargain I been buckled to the fact it’s like

I came up off Cartesian ways of looking bout it

Targeted I tussle with the tact about it

I came off of Kubrick, off of Asimov, induct it

Mainstay my old soul's injunction

Maintain I don’t hold your namesake in same stakes

Debunk all that, uncharted, claim staking shit

One tried that painstaking lunge toward that, ain’t take it

Fuck that, the cortisol you pump at

I quartered off my history, you couldn’t snuff at

Who took the hit? you took affront at

Wouldn’t rebuff that, I let you contemplate it

I hit my register different, I hitch to my notations

I switch to monochrome, I slit my time and patience

Swish the Molotov

Sift through minor cases, sit through all your talk

I came up off of black boy impediment

I came up off of

You don’t know yourself so let me annotate it