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as it is (extended version) - behan the scene lyrics

[refrain]
know your lane, hold it down
either be fake or keep it real
this is art, so let me paint
yeah, let me grow, leave me be
lead by example or be the example
get all you can handle or be a handful, ayy

[verse 1]
we all got a role (what’s yours?)
we all got a chance (a chance)
this is what we do (we do)
this is where we stand (we stand)
some do it for money (that’s guap)
some because they can (they can)
but show up or be shown out (shown out)
you either blow up or get shot down (shot down)
[chorus]
i’m gon’ leave it (i’m gon’ leave it)
a*s i*t i*s (leave it!)
i’m gon’ leave it (i’m gon’ leave it)
a*s i*t i*s (leave it, ayy!)
i’m gon’ leave it (i’m gon’ leave it)
a*s i*t i*s (leave it!)
i’m gon’ leave it (i’m gon’ leave it)
a*s i*t i*s (leave it, just leave it!)

[verse 2]
keep it how it is
critique, but don’t mistreat them ’cause they kids
tweak the little things
so, teach the fundamentals
go against the grain, end up as the sieve
as you age, it drains, you’re in disbelief
if you stay the same, what would you achieve?
look how far you’ve come, you’re the one to beat
once you jump the gun, nothing’s guaranteed
some ask and don’t receive
you doin’ stuff that don’t make you at whole
won’t burnt all ya bridges that come with a toll
stirrin’ up a theory that you’re insecure
tryna please everybody, but it doesn’t work
i got people tryna tug on the cape, uh
these followers are only givin’ me praise, uh
artist are bein’ forced on display
what’s the point of bein’ a master, if you still a slave? (slave)
you’re measured by ya talent, not the numbers bein’ counted, or the spot that some’ll challenge
‘long as you can keep ya balance
i stay among the masses
you can watch me work my magic
ain’t no atlas, but i’m mapped inside a state that you can’t fathom
on a level i won’t settle for, sever from the ever norm
tend to gain momentum
i prevent those who misuse the forum
from the get*go, there were ghettos using ethos, building stores
for the record, i make records, recording what most ignore
reapin’ without a reward
tied up scores, i adjourn
i’m just tryna underscore i’m the calm before the, uh, i’m the calm before the storm
[monologue]
at the end of it all, i got this lane n0body can jaywalk to get across. however this ends, you gotta hold yours down. people leave behind a trail of what they’ve gone through for us to use as stepping stones towards our accolades. they die, but their music lives on

[chorus]
i’m gon’ leave it (i’m gon’ leave it)
a*s i*t i*s (leave it!)
i’m gon’ leave it (i’m gon’ leave it)
a*s i*t i*s (leave it, ayy!)
i’m gon’ leave it (i’m gon’ leave it)
a*s i*t i*s (leave it!)
i’m gon’ leave it (i’m gon’ leave it)
a*s i*t i*s (leave it, just leave it!)

[verse 3]
into the fray, watchin’ where my feet tread
takes a deep breath
they told me that i shouldn’t stay, as a precaution
word is seamless, you’re like wheat bread, what these peeps have is a variety of options
you haven’t tried, so you can’t knock it
might not get it
it’s the art of business
aware of my surroundings, don’t consider givin’ in to the audience
i ain’t here to tell a joke, but to point one out, a few
this is what i do, i’m here to join a track or two
i let ’em win ’til the air is thin
i’m starin’ at a desert drier than it’s ever been
stage is set
now it’s ’bout makin’ a dent
home is where the heart is at
that is how we connect, and i’m gone (whoa)
[outro]
i could have faded away in a heartbeat at the rate mine was headed
not a single good deed was on the record
my breath was taken away
no one at my bedside while i had fear on my face
had visits from people who were nothing but strangers
way over the limit, i escaped my own containment
then time elapsed by
and bedlam seeped in
i let you have at me, this how it ends, as it is

[skit: visitor at the facility]
was it worth it? i get it, you wanted… you needed a change in your life and you did just that. but at what cost?
the person i once knew is still in there somewhere. you haven’t fell that far from grace, but you’re t**tering over the edge
where is your heart at right now? that’s the real question. first, heal yourself. you’re in critical condition. one thing’s for sure: it can’t end like this

- behan the scene lyrics

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