
Identical Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Fuck what I make, what I make is a fucking accomplishment,
Galaxy taking a shot at it,
90% of these individuals scrolling at rapid intervals will never be stopping it,
My greatest work is ahead of me,
And once I finish a product it's dead to me,
I got a hundred more like a centipede,
Rhymes, lines, concepts, and melodies
I'mma get mixed in like some grenadine,
Create the culture your kids will settle in,
I'mma go in, I'm not going delicate,
Lay the groundwork, foundation for a brand new settlement,
Lay the brown brick, down the sediment,
Make a new regiment, all of my fighters will follow my regimen,
Which is to stay true to your sentiments, to your beliefs
To your opinions and to the receipts,
To all the freedom you have, your right to write, and right to go to the streets,
To any partner that's under your sheets,
I know you ain't celibate,
All y'all be meeting without any etiquette,
Swiping and sliding, but y'all ain't affectionate,
In this world we cannot develop it
You been so damn quiet
How many more hours of silence?
So many more people just like you
Who cannot develop it,
When none of our futures definite,
None of our food decadent,
Nation running a deficit,
but Mason'll give you his estimate,
Mason'll give you his estimate,
Here it is, here he is, sit with him, sit with it,
Here it is, here he is, sit with him, sit with it, sit with it, sit with it
25 years down the line there's a candidate,
Senator, governor, minister, president?
No just a specialist
An eloquent, well informed, relevant icon,
King of culture that we all got eyes on,
Better than the petulant, negligent, pessimists,
Better than the 1970s federalists,
He's just a resonant, elegant, elephant,
In an America sized room that's been the same for 300 years
Identical, 300 years,
Soon you'll have a leader who will change the rules, fix the schools,
Cater to the driven kids and the fools, and the clowns,
The artists in hand-me-downs,
Refs, chefs, and the poorest forklift drivers,
Athletes from the richest communities,
Impunity, to the only innocent ones,
That's the children
A billion builders
Envision a village of pilgrims
They makin' the future that we couldn't have,
But we are the children so give me that hammer,
Give me that rag,
I'm wiping the dirt off my forehead, and my name tag,
Cause I'm proud to usher in change,
Plastic to metal like Alice in Chains,
He's coming today
And he's in his element,
Leader of the free world without prerequisites,
And he ain't a registrant, and he ain't malevolent,
Won't have a single thing to do with the government
All the truths this motherfucker tells will be self-evident,
Writin' the new, new, new new, new testament,
The way the world works right now is the only impediment,
He'll turn lost souls into rich men,
He'll turn iron spirits into pistons,
All the birds'll go to his tent man,
That's the future I'm enlisting in,
Bruddanem and sistanem,
Side by side with all the men,
We gon' be alright, we got ears and sight
And smiles brightly glistening
You been so damn quiet,
How many more hours of silence?
So many more people just like you