Lyrics Grievances, Pt. 1 - 137 feat. J.$pirit

Ya got a problem you should write a grievance
Doubt is something that I don't believe in
Telling me to quit I cannot be obedient
My hustle the only thing I am in allegiance to

I've been in a mood
Dodging all the feuds
Versatile in my movements got 'em all confused
The weak one was the old me I'm feeling brand new
They cannot control me making my own moves

I can smell a quality like potpourri
Parse its many facets in a person's personality
I will feed you epithets and neologisms
Along with sweat-accrued wisdom
So I can fully color prism of humanity

Oneirivores in this world rampant
Churning all the butter for their feast of dreams
I shed no tears, used quill to lament
And as a shield I wrote through reams

New texts from old foes
Kept no grudge
But I got no response to compose
So nothing to budge
Just don't see the purpose
Trying to force a kiss on corpse's toes

Ya got a problem you should write a grievance
Doubt is something that I don't believe in
Telling me to quit I cannot be obedient
My hustle the only thing I am in allegiance to

The same bandwagon that they jump on to belt out your name
Is the same one that they'll pull from under you with noose around your neck
So you ask why I regard insults and compliments the same
'Cause the tune they hum might shift but hands that tie the rope don't change

You can find me meditating
Peace became my medication
This a brand new dedication
To my future elevation
Not worried 'bout the destination
Yes I'm still so anti-famous
Only worried 'bout the payment
Underground we shake the basement
Bars so hard they break the pavement
'Bout to break the pavement up
Flow like water
Turn to slaughter
Work out for the pump
The speakers going crazy don't you ever interrupt
If you hating on the boy then the violence might erupt

Ya got a problem you should write a grievance
Doubt is something that I don't believe in
Telling me to quit I cannot be obedient
My hustle the only thing I am in allegiance to

When a conversation ends, please allow it
And check in with the other person talking
Time vampires will do the opposite
And suck you dry if you grant allowance

Vicarious boasters
Dinner toasters
Who speak too much on others' accolades
There is only so much time a swordsman
Can talk about other swordsmen's blades
And the window's even smaller
For the laymen, gleaning worth, from the news relayed

Presumptuous, who tell me that they know me so well
They say they know how I am, and that's the truth that they sell
They claim in conversation that they've made an accurate evaluation
Similar to, a kindergartner, bringing a plane, to show and tell

Constitutive excluders
Drunk on clannish mentalities
Predicating identities on distorted realities

And I'm just getting started
Plenty more to discuss
But I will let you all ponder this first