Everything (feat. Ana Kim)

(verse 1: Claymore)

I recite the rhyme on the count of 9

The doorbell chime is synonymous with sounds of 9s

Bodies drop like Sandy Hook combined into Columbine

Sometimes, it's like, death be the treasure that we gotta find//

Wasting all ya paper on these dimes that we wine and dine

Not surprised the thing you idolize is the dollar sign

**** got his eyes on the prize while you watching mine

Looked up at the clock, and it stopped, damn, we outta time//

(bridge 1: Claymore)

Why lie, i just write, what I'm feeling

Mouth wide as I'm chilling outside with the villains

Willing that we prosper, while I jot what I’ve witnessed

We can stop all the killing, bitch, it's time for some healing//

They say it takes a village, for the thriving of the children

It’s survival of the fittest, **** die for a living

Night time, with bananas that’s ripe for the peeling

Watch me shine like the lights that’s on top of the ceiling//

(verse 2: Claymore)

Life is as unsteady as mechanical bulls

Stacking cash, bitch, until I got the bands that don’t fold

Hard to keep on planning when you land in a hole

Like I’m the man, but not tryna kick the can down the road//

You ask "what's going on, son", thinking that I'm on one

Because i said I need a full life, not a long one

Not sprinting, ‘cause I’m in this marathon for the long run

Gotta get, all that I want before it's all done//

(bridge 2: Claymore)

Everything is a chore, and everything is a bore

Every ****'s a bitch, and every bitch is a whore

Everything is in pieces, and everyone is at war

If you got no opportunities, everything is a door//

‘Cause everybody’s a critic, and everybody’s a judge

Everybody ain’t, living, but everybody got lungs

Everybody be a hater and everybody's in love

If the streets need a body, they send your body above//

(verse 3: Claymore)

Word to my past that got damaged in the flood

****, blood make you fam, but all family ain't blood

Charge it to the game, cuz no man's up above

Sometimes, I played dirty, had my hands in the mud//

I was a dumb fool up in summer school

Young ruler, who had thought it cool to break another rule

**** gotta watch how you move, get ya cover blew

Staying true, spraying fools, run like the colours do//

(bridge 3: Claymore)

The type to discharge, firearms at the guys in charge

Cold but put, fire to your arms like it's Tiger Balm

Monopolies like Amazon, Prime, like Buy-N-Large

Toppling 'em all, fight 'em strong, like a final boss//

I don't want a Warhol on my wall

All in all, wanna crawl inside the walls on a broad

Opposite of Tyler, don't call when you lost

Debating life's price, what's the cost if it's gone?

(verse 4: Claymore)

More than two steps when you dance with the devil

First chance that I had, I abandoned the ghetto

Cool with the crimeys, shaking hands with the rebels

Top-notch, cause, not another man on my level //

Carrying the weight, of the planet till my back ache

Cats really need to wear a mask or get the gas face

Stack cake layers in the stash till the bag breaks

Amass cheese great or, place last in this rat race//

(bridge 4: Claymore)

Math major, doing odd jobs for survival

Kinda old hat, like Oddjob is my rival

For this homicide, I will not be held liable

Hold my hand high, then I lie on the Bible//

Why you even try to quantify what’s written

The minus signs and pluses to the kinda rhymes I’m penning

That’s why I gotta split ‘em beyond the lines of division

Like Econolines, I’m driven, it’s time to ride to the ending//

(Outro: Ana Kim)

You will love me…