Breakfast for Thought / Controlled Chaos Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Aight

Uh, it's a new day

Wake up and breathe it in, unclog your sinus

Stop the rhyming, and take this moment to rebuild yourself

So caught up in everything, putting it all on the line

But does this life hold as much value as the job and the dimes?

But it's about the music, they say time over money

But I be spending this time to obtain the money, ain't it funny how that works?

Flirting with the concept of proper values

Addicted to spitting like popping Valiums and coughing out the blues

And this ain't just some food for thought

Nah, this just breakfast

Wake up, don't seek reflection

But with every second I'm blessed with turns to murky waters that I step in

Trekking with zero destination, facing questions

Placed in a grey aesthetic

And my complexion shows whiter, my eyes grow wider

Pupils dilate with no fight or flight though

But, shit, I'm frozen stiff, open fists

And show what you're holding in

Cause I'm sick of posing as this kid with a rope 'round my ribs

Take that leap

Break that leash

Yeah, you tell me to cleanse for my sins

But turn around and take that Benz for a spin

Yeah, y'all telling me to walk on water when I can barely break the ice

Shake the dice, meet your fate

What roles will you claim in this game of life?

But I might just break

I've reached my highest height and I'm drained

So I'm diving straight into the icy lake

It cracks and shatters, then the climate changes

And it's a disturbing force of nature

Watch the aura warm up when these verses distort the paper

I'm the Norman Bates of rap with a stormy vapor

Fueled by a core of anger, moving with poor behavior

Is this all I have to show for the game?

Or can I drive this thing with no dirt on my name?

Riding 'round with some gold on my chain

And a whole lot of a rage

So, throw on the tape, yeah

I'm so sick of this

I'm so sick of- look at this shit that you're getting on

I'm so sick of them just rubbing money right in your face!

Oh is it- it's for- it's for art? This is art?

Money-money-money-money-money

Garbage, garbage!

Wake up!

Ok I'm back

I was off the rails but now I'm back up on the track

Ready to attack, I don't lack with the task

Imma mac so you can't PC me

Cause I twist the culture so freely, uh

Using rappers as my TP

Lyrics as cold as the VVs

Flowing like Fiji

Who knew this flow was so easy?

Well, I'm just a product of studying rap

So my pockets are flooding with cash

Every time I rock another rapper's ass

Sock 'em with punches and slaps

More beef than the lunch on your lap, ah

Hit 'em with the one-two like it's Kung-Fu

Living life lavishly when we come through

Pulling up to the function, whippin' in the foreign

No snoring, we work around the clock like orange

I'm pouring out sentences with all this energy

I don't see anybody that's ahead of me

If you disrespecting us, you are dead to me

Respectfully, I'm in my own lane

Driven by old pain, and spitting for gold chains

I'm living to make a significant divot in this

Like spilling propane on open flame

Asked myself "Is this all I can show the game?"

But with every tape, I get higher than smoking strains

Get to a point where I'm praised and I'm blowing brains like it was Cobain

Yeah, you know the name, don't need introductions

When I host the stage, rappers get to runnin'

I could overtake the game with zero budget

You can open my veins, see the talent pumping, uh

Yeah, going from nothing to something

Now isn't that crazy?

How is it not apparent that this music is in my blood?

Cause these CD's drifting in my AB

Alphabetically murdering it on the daily and getting plays

See, if you ain't Jay-Z, Ye, Wayne, Drake

Or ain't got no flame beats like you Tay Keith

Get out my lane, G

Swerving until I see sparks bouncing off of the asphalt

See these haters that's bombing my comments

But ain't even rapped, what you sit on your ass for?

See this stamina I'm ramming into my catalog

I be working all day

What? You think jamming a handful of buttons is all that it takes for a Burkin and K's?

Ignoring dedication, soaring, levitating

Historic creations I'll pour out and leave till they form in the pavement

I'm more than just crazy

I'm the storm that's swarming this game

And invading like hornets in rooms

Shocking the audience like I was Zeus

But Hades when spraying these flames in the booth

Masking my darkest and blackest of thoughts with this tune

But I've never forgotten the roots

Is this what you want?