What in the World? ft. Slug, Koncept & Lane Shuler Lyrics

Slug

Even if we stacked all of the medicine cabinets never be tall enough to get ahead of the madnesses

Even if you gathered every pint and flask, it don't provide a place to hide from the shadows of your past

Even if i laid with every friend I've made, i'd still be just a couple strands of DNA

Afraid of being betrayed

You can't wear that disguise forever

if you don't stop the bleeding, gonna leak through your sweater

And you better not stain my upholstery

Hopefully, i'm happy to make your acquaintance, anecdotally

You could have caught a locomotive train to see me locally

You could have kept it vocally and rang me on the rotary

Brought you by whatever the censors choose

It's probably not the news if it represents your views

I'm trying to juxtapose with those that don't agree with my version of perfect

Otherwise What in the World's the purpose

Koncept

Out the window hearing loud cries

5 stories up high

A sky rise in downtown

Single but with nine wives

The mud is where he comes from

Judgement isn’t outlines

Look at all the results

I never want to downsize

If I see a fault I take it out my vault I gotta go

If I mess it up I re-record the verse with a different flow

The winter walking through the blizzard,

Nike’s on it’s freezing cold

In Queens with some Timb’s on, my North Face

I zip it closed

They pick apart the gifted art cause didn’t get the views

But they missed the part that vision starts in different types of moods

See the kid has got a bigger heart cause he was starved for food

And it built a lot of skills he got then carved it out for you

And this one wants the accolades but didn’t pay the dues

Like you could’ve had your dream girl but didn’t make the move

I just pulled up to Matinee but late a day or two

There’s a shooting at the entrance but it didn’t make the news

Lane Shuler

And that’s the day that me and knowledge Parted ways

Things ain’t been the same since the day I landed in Martinaisse

I'm Hard to kill, and I’m hard to phase, give the space the darkest gaze

When really all I am is just a common lazy carbon chain

When I fall asleep all I see is visions of cannonballs

Marching to the rhythm of the reckoning of Revachol

I wanna take my paint to the bloody pores of these granite walls

And show various analogs who I am when the hammer falls

Drop to my knees and I pray to the saint Delores Dei

As if there wasn’t more to say, as If I wasn’t more than clay

Run my fingers down a parabellum sunrise

On a high horse for a pale ride, and one slug when it comes time

Please god, I only got one shot, gun smokes cold and the blood runs hot

Since last week this is all that I got, there’s a man in the tree, and a life I forgot

I decide that I’m not gonna die on the spot, gonna fight for the win, bend light when I talk

Live for the tie or you lie on the blocks, and there will come a time when the world’s gonna...