Live from the Quarantine (feat. 1st Verse & Mike Dee)

Hand you the manual while I gearshift,

Call me what you want but they gonna call me lyricist,

Cause I take it all accounts- guilty, serious - and they couldn't really tell you how we built these pyramids

Can't miss it tho,

Like you lookin for it, here it is since a kid

Like it was bottles of serum in the crib

Say summ'n slick

Prolly wouldn't hear em if they did,

What's a subliminal dart to a spear up in the rib,

Point taken,

Raise the bell, don't play yoself

Playin against us is point shavin'

Layup lookin like suspended animation how I cradle it,

Angles on angles like the halo on my angles lid

Feel blessed though times was lookin unsure,

Shelves was gettin empty from grocery to gun store,

The times they told you to stack your funds for, if you had funds to stack but that's another story,

A portion of the coverage published orally,

Somethin to lead you so you can see though the sorcery,

So if I step back it's only to see the forest's trees,

Outdoors in scores like we couldn't find floors to sleep,

The social floor deep, the poor speak of problems at the top when you not protecting the coral reef,

Sincerely yours I hope you feel me metaphorically,

Coming to you live from the motherfuckin quarantine

Coming to you live from the motherfuckin quarantine

Hold up,

Not a damn dollar in my account but I got,

Way more problems than I can count not just financial,

I got a substantial,

Chunk of doubt, chucking duces to the douches that said I wouldn't amount to,

Much, so what

You gonna hear me scream fuck it,

More than two tears in my bucket, you can see that bitch flooded,

Need a couple bags to carry this emotional luggage,

The end is comin, and you got these dumbshits blowin on his trumpet,

That's Trump and his supportive puppets they causin a ruckus,

Wanted to build a wall but we're to fucked up to function,

Don't need the credit cards to cause our destruction,

Forced to have these days off, they still only pay off the government,

The nerve and gumption,

Absurd when the pressures on,

How you still looked down on by the upper echelon,

Won't do what they tell me I'm throwin that Rage record on,

So fuck the floor, the paragon, and the paradigms they settled on

Coming to you live from the motherfuckin quarantine