Enoch - I. Round of Applause текст песни

Текст песни I. Round of Applause - Enoch

The very essence of these blessings

Got me thankful for my mere milliseconds

And got me thinking 'bout how I'mma spend em?

Yeah

Make way for Master Madanamus top notch

Back to battle these yappers who be claiming they got hot

And your mans, who made mess of his methods mouthing and popping

And your ***** who clearly hopping from square to square like it's hop scotch

Say now lames on playground games

You feel the crackle when you got my name in your mouth like Pop Rocks

Stop it. Needed me to drop for a new topic

Well you got it

Where I been?

Livin' the type of life to pay for sins we swipe twice

Rules slacking, came packing to the knife fight

That dude's lacking, the lame's wishing for limelight

He telling on himself, watch what he'll do just like a Klondike

I'm a cool cat but I'm sure this here is my ninth life

Yet I'd risk it all for everybody here with us

Split decisions

I pray that I would never have to pull it

Yet I wish a nigga would

I got conflicted agendas

Lord help him

I stop to address the shit very seldom

What's written, my heart is welcome

I'll take that shit on whenever

The problem with all the effort

Is when you start to want better

For others more than they want for themselves

It start to feel selfish

I pray you get it together

You changing up like the weather on me

Bury it like shovels for me

But if it mess with my treasure

You gotta stick it up

Give it up to these niggas think they putting fear in us

They need a round of applause, my God

They need a round of applause

They need a round of applause, my God

(Aye give it up, give it up for 'em)

They need a round of applause, my God

(Aye give it up, give it up for 'em)

They need a round of applause, my God

(Aye give it up, give it up for 'em)

They need a round of applause

(Aye give it up, give it up for 'em)

They need a round of applause

To whom it may concern...

Thank you for getting me on my work again

Time reflected and showed that we hurt to learn again

But nonetheless, it's hard to confess the roll we in

Conversations never suffice, so my vice is to work the pen

I'll make it bleed

Make it admit it knows the pain I see

The kinda shit where you can't just remove the stain with bleach

I close my eyes, trauma results in losing sleep

Every single season I'm gaining knowledge and gaining grief

Praying for the same ones I knew back when we played that Halo

Now a days though, we seeing more gain a halo

The type of shit when money get to stacking gotta lay low

For the doja cats'll commit a felony on the say so

The type of shit where you been 'round the shit since like a day old

And yet they wonder where this abundance of violence came from

You look around and you can see where you get game from

I look around and I can still see the same ones

Plotting on a dollar, and yeah, they still keep the same guns

Praying that they never have to aim one

They conflicted like me, so boy they hoping that you say something

Twisted minds, I treat 'em all like it's Christmas time

And break bread with this gift of mine

It's not irregular

To see a couple plays being made on the cellulars

Like I'm Lin Manuel Miranda writing Hamilton on a Samsung

I done got my act together, what's up?