paroles de chanson Serving Subpoenas (Chapter 2) - James E! Walker

I paused the podcast, however,
I'm still dropping jewels
Recalibrated pivot but never snooze
Highest level of game is none, just keep it cool
Shoutout to Adobe, I'm just sharpening my pen tool
Cut ya out a photo with a bezier curve, digital murder
Then do the murder man dance like I'm Bobby Smurda
Kung Fu Bruce, I'm kicking back like a burner
Still online with the LinkedIn learners

Breaking the mold, nigga my wrist still churning
Picking up Uber Eats, my belly still yearning
Universal lingo got me touring cross-country
With southern drawls and slurs you probably never heard
I'm from Tex-Tex-Texas, can feel in the presence
Surf the Amazon from A to Z, got rid of all my X's
Nope, not no middleman, just me in the Flesh
Gotta Bone to pick with anyone who wanna detest
Cause the best version of me is the best to ever do it
Some niggas had a chance, but they chose to fuckin blow it
Some bitches had a choice, but no guidance, they were clueless
And I prefer wisdom over ego, hoe, you foolish?

Not the judge but I do observe, do not disturb
If the energy is off, sometimes you gotta curve
Read between the lines just to get the word
Master yo emotions, can't let 'em get up on ya nerves
In God we trust, all others must bring data
In other words, opinions don't really matter
No validation is needed, to me, it's all chatter
You stagger while trying to gather for lack of subject matter
I got bars bout as nasty as Nas-pause
I been wired up since Ye had the locked up jaws
Not a fluke, just the effect of the cause, I been on the job
Shooting for the stars, against the odds

Getcha business right before ya see me
Cause I cultivated a seed with arms to outreach me
From Master Teacher to Super Hero, I'm peaking
Binging on the technology blast, I'm geeking
If ya know, you know, but if ya don't, good luck
It's best you discover ya self cause it get tough
When you on the cusp, sinking in the mud, city of the clutch
Living off the cuffs, first blood, diamond in the ruff
By the way, I'm still serving subpoenas
So an open door policy for smoke is not as issue
Heavy is the crown, this is kingdom building
No complaints, just the price of being in the arena
Like a loner of the pack, I don't run with herds
Fully emerged in a quench of a thirst, guess I'm on the verge
Not ya average bird, I diverge with an eagle-eye surge
I can splurge anyday, I gotta way with words

Oooh, oooh, aww yeahhh
Cut ya out a photo witta bezier curve
Gotta bone to pick with anyone who wanna detest
Uni-universal lingo got me touring cross-country
I'm from Tex-Tex-Texas, getcha business right before ya see me
By the way, I'm still serving subpoenas
I got bars bout as nasty as Nas
No middle man, just me in the flesh
Loner of the pack, I gotta way with words