Текст песни Diamonds in the Rough - Kane Smego

All the trappers on the scene, ya heard bout that
And all the gangstas with a lean, I know ya heard bout that
But everything in between, that ain't shining and such
You might've never even seen, diamonds in the rough

Sometimes I trust my mama, sometimes I trust in God
Sometimes I try to trust myself and take some ownership

Raise up the trophy, take names like a rolodex
I'm keepin' an ace that's got a taste for your poker chips
Made waves, Moby Dick, faint drawl and a shoulder chip
Loaded the whip and coasted west, and me and doubt ain't spoken since

I'm holding my breath, ignite, then try to suppress the hype
So many busters hittin' mics it's like Douglas in the Tyson fight
Most of y'all Kevin Dyson-like, comin' up short we run up the score
I represent the cypher life, no pre-recorded life support

From Lima Peru, to Xelajú, Harare to the Cack
To Ulaanbaatar, better brush up on your google maps
'Cause it be that long lost Pangaea Voltron
Global hip hop so raise ya hands when the rolls called

Trappers on the scene, ya heard bout that
And all the gangstas with a lean, I know ya heard bout that
But everything in between, that ain't shining and such
You might've never even seen, diamonds in the rough

You watched that, heard that, copped that, burned that
Played that internet stream
They had that 8-track, 45 vinyl black
Now that's all obsolete
We had that cassette tape, scratched that CD, cable TV screen
Everything but the art itself is gon' die,
Just wait a lil while and see

Tryin' to make something timeless dawg
And if you should find this dawg
I pray that you'll keep it
Like a secret or a promise dawg/

I found my inner mission sometime after the intermission
You know that I got that flavor, a spice rack in the kitchen
I like that cadence switching, new spot to find my niche in
I think that there's something missing, let me remind you a dove is a pigeon

So split from the flock, feather your style, represent something different
Twist up the plot and let it thicken the pot is never shrinking
You keep evolving you can't go, the way of Blockbusters and payphones
They call me crop duster I stay fly, they tell you stop fronting you ain't dope

The trappers on the scene, ya heard bout that
And all the gangstas with a lean, I know ya heard bout that
But everything in between, that ain't shining and such
You might've never even seen, diamonds in the rough

You watched that, heard that, copped that, burned that
Played that internet stream,
They had that 8-track, 45 vinyl black,
Now that's all obsolete
We had that cassette tape, scratched that CD, cable TV screen
Everything but the art itself is gon' die, just wait a lil while and see

Just wait a lil while and see
Just wait a lil while and see
Everything but the art itself is gon' die
Just wait a lil while and see