[Intro: Conscience]

Yeah

Uh-huh

It's tune;static

Yeah, look, uh

[Verse 1: Conscience]

It's rudimentary

It's only right that I spit flame in the mic

It's only right I cross thresholds and say what I like

It's only right if I give credit to God

It's only right to do righteousness and unmask facades

I'm on the dark side of the moon, my presence open my mental

Got a far-flowin' river, I'm on a different level

Got a starlight vision, [?] instrumentals

My conscience in a temple, I'm Conscience, experimental

Black and white keys open my mind despite the ivory

I strap the ink to the pad, arms in wraps, my pen is fiery

Careful when you speak my name, you know where my empire be

[Interlude: Conscience]

For our last act of the show (Uh-huh)

Will sing a composition (Look)

Which he wrote himself (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Conscience]

I got governments to run from me, pessimists to hunt for me

People who ain't lived a life of love speakin' all dead to me

Drop a diss, don't drop a desist, you'll be deceased

I been feastin' on your fear, beefin', my arms is reachin'

For the line, I'm swimmin' in the deep end, but it all depends, uh

[Verse 3: Jacque Lorraine]

Yeah, yeah, uh

Started writin' when I was young, saw my pen got longevity

The fire I impart, I use to piss off my enemies

We make music when we down, I use what I got left in me

Stay smooth, soul, the rage [?] is dead to me

I'm right brained, but I left y'all in the dust

Joey standin' tall, my brothers only people that I trust

I'm a well-liked guy, never felt the need to clutch

And I got somethin' to say, sometimes I say too much

But I keep pushin', I'm not a pushover, I'm a rookie

Ain't no leftovers when I'm cookin'

Got only fresh food, and y'all stay overlookin', mmm

[Interlude: Jacque Lorraine]

Oh, Jacque, on God

Yeah

[Verse 4: Jacque Lorraine]

I do it on my own, the car don't got chrome

Best believe that I'ma have it before I'm too old

Straight felt in my bones, the best of both phones

I'm the best of my development when I'm back home

My neighbors say, "Yo, I'm late, but that's Joe"

The industry could never be to take out my soul

To them, yeah

What I say, what I say?

Me and my brother keep the pedal, pullin' strings like we Geppetto

Stayin' free 'cause we no peddles, like a rose bloomin' its petals

Got a ton that we envelop, it's a tune that you can't meddle

And the statics sound like rebels, yeah

I chew the beat up, and spit it out, I'm ready for another

I'm well-versed in the verses, I won't be smothered

Sounds so catchy, I can't be the oldest brother

I'm tired of schoolin' y'all, intricacies of the covers, yeah