The Usual

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 its just stupid shit on their news feed 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 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 it's 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 rhythms that reside inside us Infectious, spread it like a virus Whether it's a feather to papyrus or thumbs to the touch screen Bring the vision to fruition turning nothing into something '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, poor lighting 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 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