Lyrics Minerals & Gems - Jonwayne

Let me begin by descending my hands into the essence
Feet are rooted in soil using Atlas as leverage
I've been here since bacteria was bubbling
The world was just puddles and
Land mass was snorkeling forever so let us
Prey upon these rappers eating lettuce
You bitches never ill enough to cypher in my presence
Wearing this food chain upon my neck
Equator on my hips, hold the earth inside my breast-t-t-t
(Goddamn!)
Hold the earth inside my breath
Cause I tell you bout this life until I'm clutching at my chest
That's right, your boy's doing it to death
I'mma do me and you can worry 'bout the rest
We never sleep, we ain't worried 'bout the rest
Till my big dick is six feet under, that's when you'll love me
Bathrobe and shorts bumpin playboy bunnies
Long hair, don't give a fuck about your homie
Head up with the vision and the weave, and walk slowly
If I ever hear you talk lowly about the boy low key
It's over, respect due like library books, primarily
A nice guy with fiery hooks
These words leave them sin every cranny and nook
They smoking bammer with their mans hoping I never look
As they should, tell him I'm up in his hood
Looking like a fucking lumberjack and chopping his brood
It's popping like the opera when I get this head
But when I get this bread, call me the phantom of the pasta
Kafka-esque, your wallet look like it's doin the Atkins
My mind's spread like tough actin' Tinactin
You gotta drop the mic when you talk about back then
This isn't back then, no country for wack men
Don't let me justify my terrible action
Listen to the rhymes with minerals and gems
Listen to the rhymes with minerals and gems
Minerals and gems

I'm in the cut (So what?)
So give it up (So what?)
Player, if you're fronting on me, you're fucking up! (So what?)
I kick it from the sea (So what?)
To the space (So what?)
And I'm just giving you people a little taste (So what?)
And if I'm in town (Ok)
Don't turn around (Ok)
Keep it moving like you didn't hear a sound (Ok)
Cause I'm a champ and I don't play around (Ok)
So if it ain't a pound, I don't want your ass around
I don't want your ass around