Lyrics The Stands - 137

Hear my name
Voices calling from the land beyond this plane
Not one to tame
I know chaff from all the grain

Artistry's inextricably linked with controversy
I don't know what you're doing if you're not angering somebody
For the vehicle-action-know the exhaust is uncertainty
Stacking bricks like a mason, see me constructing my destiny

This year been a crazy one Biden won let's go in
I know a lot of people mad
The air is getting potent
Despite any odds for some dubs I feel I'm chosen
Every take shot I'm taking best believe that it's gon go in

Ethereal handiwork not tellurian trinkets
You'll find one reason I'm spitting is breaking down all the pickets
I am the one that's bleeding in the middle of the arena
But don't you worry I'll make sure to get you front-row tickets

I'm coming from a land where the straight paths are slanted
But you don't know the kingdoms that my sword's supplanted

I'm baking all the bread and kneading all the dough
Unless you are a baker do not come to me I need to let you know

And when I feel down, I see my soul has arisen
Incarcerated by bars I turn these words to a prison
And if the payment ain't right I tell em double it up
You ain't fuck with me then so you best be keeping it tuck

And I don't want to hear one word about my music
Even compliments are starting to make me so nauseous
Unless you are a sage, pure truth would make you sick
So mind your fucking nescience and tell tongue to be cautious

I'm always shortchanged so they owe me a lot
If you ain't giving it up I got on option to pop
I ain't talking the smoke I rather model supreme
Might even pop me a bottle I just hang with that team

I don't need to know
If you vibe with me or one of my features
I see all the diamond so
Give a fuck if you see one of its many features

For I strum my strings
I spit and sing
For a lot more than a diamond ring

That pussy ass boy still owe me verse
He lucky right now that he not in a hearse
That's now what I'm bout and that's not how I move
I'll get me my shine and I'll shine it on you
Cause I am way better an artist intact
You is so trash and you know that's a fact
You got you some numbers but nothing to show
I'll be bigger than you in a year as I blow

Year's been bloody and uncomfortable like a menses
But in the midst of that darkness I wrote a couple theses
I won't blame you if you didn't swim in the sewer water
But if I fertilized my farm and I used the whole of that feces

Wine for the liberty
Not for the misery or the vapidity
People asking me how I deal with all the negativity
And I evince to them that bass in beaker or the speaker
Does effectively eliminate acidity