Lyrics Take Off - Knowte

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They're calling this the takeoff
You know I got no days off
They wonder what I'm made of,
We're not cut from the same cloth.

They're calling this the takeoff
This the day that they lost.
I'll never take the weight off,
Time I show them what I'm made of.

I've been at this.
It didn't just happen.
You sleep on me, I'll take your mattress.
There's no slackin'
I know back then, you thought how could I make it rappin'.
And you started laughin'.
So I put my words in action.
Disappear your doubts like magic.
Poof.

This life I didn't choose to do.
The who you should blame for you to lose
Is PHD, no school but truth
Is he's the reason that my screws are loose.
Just know that when I'm on a track
I'll make you want to quit rap and work in a cube or two.
A cubicle.

I like my circle small,
With nobody in my corner.
I beg you to stop rapping
To my ears it's a form of torture.
You're a pigeon, I'm a vulture
You don't push the culture.
So don't make me kill your beat like I am Joyner.
I'll destroy ya.

If this doesn't work out then I
wasted my energy making these melodies.
People I'm better than getting ahead of me.
Rhythm's would have them breathing so heavily.
I'm built for this and I never had
anything else sitting in my back pocket.
All you ever want to do is stack profit.
All my life all I've ever had is a back target.

The time's that I fail aren't that often.
The lyrics are me as I craft coffins.
Casing the beat in a black harness.
I dare you to call me a wack artist.
Rewind your speech and then pause it.
Cause I'll end up being that topic.
The takeover is coming and nobody will be able to stop it.
Sit down and watch it.
Got it.

They're calling this the takeoff
You know I got no days off
They wonder what I'm made of,
We're not cut from the same cloth.

They're calling this the takeoff
This the day that they lost.
I'll never take the weight off,
Time I show them what I'm made of.

You don't want to see the other side of me.
Why do you think KNoWTe's always tried hiding me?
When he's writing he tends to confide in me.
Then he lets it out, takes your entire team.
Your entire stream.

Tires touching true rap machine.
Tip, don't push my button.
Death's the cousin so I never sleep.
But begin to befriend when on the beat.
But let me keep it clean.

Here's something we can all agree,
Even at my worst I'm at your peak.
You know talk is cheap so don't talk to me.
But that's all you have so you call me trash.
But you're the one that's inside your bag.
Don't make me laugh.
You can keep your cash.
I'm the type to go off of the beaten path.

Normal's not a word in my vocabulary.
Say my dreams are imaginary. (So what?)
What's another bag to carry.
I know that that leap is kind of scary.

What's scary is being ordinary.
Just another corpse that's buried.
Dates and a dash in a cemetery.
So I'm lighting a match on my adversaries.

With a little bit of propane.
Never gonna be life with no pain.
If a little bit of strife is insane,
Then I recommend you stay in your lane.

This isn't for the easy hearted.
Don't quit regardless if they say that you're lame.
Your vision can't ever just change
If you wanna make change.

One moment they say that I'm great.
Next moment they say that they hate
Everything I rap and I play.
But can't say that to my face.
They just add salt to my plate.
Hoping to burden my taste.
They're only mad I just ate.
They're never changing my fate.
Thanks.