Released on September 13, 2019

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[Intro: The Thought]

I had like moved my hand somewhere

And I felt a different finger hit me in a different spot

And I was like, "Jesus, hand! How dare you?!"

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[Hook: The Thought]

Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo

Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low

Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento

Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo

Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo

Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low

Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento

Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo, let's go


[Verse: The Thought]

We ain't playing Smash? We playing Tekken! (Wa-cha!)

I ain't paying cash, no disrespecting

Think you got that ass just for a weapon?

But you got like half just off injections

You claim you a Queen, think you a legend

Ain't impressing, acting like you clean without inspections

So depressing, fashioning a seat where you can rest it

Now you slower on your feet but won't address it

I ain't stressing, I'm too focused on the message

It's a blessing to get this good without the leverage

Ask your questions, I know all the wrong directions

But no pressure if you clever 'cause you should know how to measure

What you testing? Are you sure you want to know?

Learn your lessons, 'cause you really ain't the G.O.A.T

Reap and sow, marketing your teats and not your flow

You ain't sharpening your teeth, you in the battle just for show


[Hook: The Thought]

Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo

Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low

Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento

Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo

Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo

Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low

Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento

Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo, let's go


[Verse: J Soulstice]

What's the theme for the day? In my dream every day

Be a king every day, you make memes every day

You don't say what you mean, you don't mean what you say

And that's unfortunate, I've been so fortunate to do my thing on a stage

Dealing with this world is hard enough, I'll never add to that

I wonder how Chance felt, when he made the Acid Rap

Got Smith, Soulstice, damn that's a classic track

To stay sane, he has to rap, they don't know this Hispanic's black!

Got to put your signature on everything, they know it's you

Don't feel bad for outgrowing people that do not grow with you

They act like they notice you then try to get ahold of you

Like E.T. phoning home, I hope this message goes to you

(Fire in the booth, man!) Got fire in the booth, I stay making more

I ain't playing no games, this ain't Playstation 4

I made it through hell at a young age, I've dealt with worse

I been living life unfazed, I've held this curse


[Hook: The Thought]

Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo

Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low

Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento

Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo

Bitch, we playing Brawl, if you got Nintendo

Never wanna call, 'less you got your ends low

Think you want it all, tryna box me like a Bento

Fixing for a fall, how we ending the crescendo, let's go


[Verse: Smith the Poet]

Fuck it, ain't the dough! What you think we playing for?

Riddles of a roach? Scribbles in the peach scones, funny how it goes

From hating where you're headed, indebted, I'm renting, ho!

Not saying I'm pathetic, prophetics could pray to poach

No, I don't need your freedoms, call it even, I don't know

Rip off the free-fall and flickers the jolts

I triple for fiddles, I diddle dribbles with the dro

No middle, more minimal, making music with the Bro's

The little McGriddle, he skittles, sifting for a "so?"

Sokka should've known, yo! Written or a dose!

The fucking peach 'Scoe's yo, Sunny got the code

Been hating where your headed, indebted, I dreaded ho!

Not saying apathetic was better, but don't it show?

No, I don't need your reasons, call it Steven I-Don't-Know

Hip-hop the fee-flop, just picture the Colt

I cripple for drizzle, then whistle simple for the folk


[Outro: The Thought]

*Whistling eerily*

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