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eyes wide open - the underachievers lyrics

[verse 1: solace]
born inside the jungle, you can hear it in my sound
fitting to storm the gate and taking the game from mumble-clowns
the second coming of christ without the nails and th-rny crown
to bring you that funky sh-t that new york gritty in my style
i’m the sergeant to the indigo brigade
i’m pic-sso with the pen, i paint pictures with what i say
makin’ that masterpiece, so glad to see we be gettin’ it for fame
never enacting, i ain’t cl-ssic, just separate me away
from the catastrophes and casualties filling up in the game
loosing they sanity, the fantasies that filling up they brains (haha)
i ain’t a slave to the tv nonsense
i’m a rocket, i choose to soar back into a human noggin
keep on plottin’ to build the knowledge you can’t find in the colleges
my dreams accomplish ’em, now i’m spreading light like the sun, it’s lit
the soul the power garden, the human race ain’t from sufferin’
like photosynthesis, feed the plants, i’m giving the love to kids
my mental cognitive, unite hemispheres in my consciousness
these n-gg-s chasin’ musical gold, but i’m chasin’ monuments
you never catch me out with these n-gg-s, i’m on some other sh-t
to move the m-sses and keep on churnin’ to make my b-tter flip
i’m overconfident, still from products, don’t get your helmet split
i move the continents, makin’ n-gg-s switch up to common sense
my holy convenient keep my guarded, i’m the colossalas
i’m making copper flip with these bars, i’m like an alchemist

[chorus: solace]
n-gg- watch your back, they be plottin’ come and slam on ya
old mans will clap at ya, same n-gg-s get after ya
-ss-ssinate your character, that’s why we focus on stackin’ up
i’m limpin’ with my savages, we kick back blowin’ cannabis
n-gg- watch your back, they be plottin’ come and slam on ya
old mans will clap at ya, same n-gg-s get after ya
-ss-ssinate your character, that’s why we focus on stackin’ up
i’m limpin’ with my savages, we kick back blowin’ cannabis

[verse 2: akthesavior]
hip-hop apocalyptic if 2pac was livin’
keep my lock a distance strictly business
ain’t no politicin’ with these cowards spittin cowabunga
steal your way they snitchin’ but the way i pitch it
copywrittin’, get a proper whippin’
whippin’ past laughin’ like a whippit
i’m a maniac, get it independent
disbandin’ fizzin’ it’s worth a chance
but n-gg-s don’t deserve a chance they actors just like vince mcmahon
separate ring they try to shake my hand get that mayweather jab
back and forth n-gg-s claim they lost but all they verses forged
f-ckin’ frauds, scared to put in work like it was f-ckin’ ch-r-s
spit that venom rip through cartilage
new age full of peter parkers
soul asleep we need the progress
so beneath is where i started
where we parted, my thoughts escape to places uncharted
this ain’t a race but i’m a tourist patience still on course
these here inflated p-wns lukewarm i bring the torch
coupons won’t cut the cost like you gone another corpse
you feel the force and dead the noise be the resource
i bend and twist the spoon
and f-ck, no man exist that go this hard
make a list, i murk em’ all
shorty bad but she ain’t smart
but her head like lil duval
bud and bread is over all
some my n-gg-s in attendance
some my n-gg-s in the morgue
and some n-gg-s facin’ sentence and i do this sh-t for ya’ll
most of all for my moms and her dream to see me ball
though some teammates might mislead you the procedure is to score, uh

- the underachievers lyrics

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