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It's all a mummery, money-hungry mumbling mummies Bumbling dummies, and other phrases unbecoming Rumbling tummies been hunting, wanting a little something Wondering if there's even any substance? (Or only fronting) A spokesman told me something, hopes he sold me something (Everybody tryna eat) But no, this ain't a luncheon Yeah I'm munching, only on Lil' Bits I'll run up in your party singing songs like I'm Tiny Rick (Till it's time to dip) Rhyming sick (While they miming shit) Rapping over voice tracks (Thinking they kind of slick) Just trying to fit (Might be its time to quit) Our music is so potent, you could hit a line of it No denying it, we providing it Beats inspired by The Man With The Iron Fists Metal Fingers too, Dilla, Nujabes, Stoupe More names than pics to flip in Guess Who You could wave your flag, stake a claim At the end of every single day we're all the same Staring at the ceiling wondering if things will change Dunno the answer, but the thunder brings the rain... Or at least telegraphs its presence Catch me chiseling epitaphs with lessons Catch me chilling with hella raps in sessions Hungry as fuck, coming back for seconds Coming at you from behind the scenes Been working like nobody's business (Sorry not hiring) Major talent coming out the minor leagues I see y'all, playing tee-ball, trying to swing But couldn't hit the piñata with two eyes to see How many strike-outs till y'all turn the lights out and become retirees? Be polite (Find some privacy) And keep your pipe-dreams between you and your diaries My entire team focused on the finer things And I don't mean fancy mansions or diamond rings I'm talking making something that's inspiring Trying to free myself from any mental prison that's confining me But don't expect me to rock your mic for free I'm surviving, but I barely find the time to breathe Compensation for my labor (Always nice to see) But this isn't just a side hustle, it's a way of life for me Can't afford to meet more than twice a week So I'm wide awake at night writing rhymes while my wife's asleep KS Joel, nice to meet you Walk a mile with me and I'll show you what the fuck grinding means
Writer(s): Tyler O'brien, Ks Joel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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