HOWMUCHYABENCH Lyrics

Now if I took the time

I could give a world class it's not you, it's me speech and make it all rhyme

If I was so inclined

Make you believe every word like it's divine in it's design, convinced you'll be fine

There's no way he's lying, notarized and signed

With blood initials applied to every line

He sighed while he spied

A modern day god to accepting genocide deep in the replies

Flanked by equally insulting lies

False prophets screaming rise

Saying everyone should ride

Then they duck out the side

Once the times intensify

I hereby testify

I've been here before, they've been weird but more

The type of weird who think it's weird if you pour

You're heart into some shit and make them feel more raw

From the ceiling to the floor to the wall

The boy been making room like Tha Liks

And they speak of hardcore

Lollipops get molly-whopped and broken down, like body shots

Cheap art gets looked off, it's street smarts plus book smarts

If you only have one that's like a weak heart and good thoughts

Figures the dogs who wouldn't bite would bark

Til I follow through like Mike when he pushed off

They're just soft

the kush sparked

But I'll pull a Lucy from the kid's mouth

Like it's the football'

What's karma? When Trump's alive and Kobe died

Biggie never reached 25, but Kissinger survived

They said heaven lacks time, and that may be true

But time's lacking heaven, they say pay these dues

But unless the dues are paying true, that's crazy to

And the ones that's saying that are getting paid, by you

Half-focused on the come wake before the sun up

Pause and absorb in the horizon, caffeinated with my gun up

Eyes piercing like Roland Deschain

Holding my aim firm, pain turned

Into numbers in the black, what's your day worth

What's your time worth, mine's worth

Turning down theirs to work on mine first

My work hit the veins till they're spine jerk

I don't step on shit

Levitation

Revelations, as the records spin

Fuck their opinions when I can measure shit

And know the rare breeds're gonna treasure it

The pressure fits like a glove, their art's lightweight

My Noguchi weighs a ton

Disarming them, I woke up before the alarm again

The Ripken of thick skin the lynchpin of sick sin who sips gin with a vixen

And dips mere blips before the pigs flip kin and their lips slip and the ship spin

Hypocrite when

I'm waving, but near a chopper, Nixon

Opposition's not sedition if the mission's accomplishing the inquisition's wishes

Hid riches within Fishes, then switched it, because they miss shit

Rip the stitches right off the glitches

These bitches'll twist blissful kisses from your misses into malicious

Drop the mic, and do some dishes

I swear these fuckin kids man

Like Trump, Epstein, and Clinton

Infants been sick since then, persistence, transfixed

Mixed with, statistics, linguistics, heuristics

The list gets longer as he gets stronger

What's distance, to a marathoner?

Maradona, Hand of God-er, bash the blockers past the stopper craft an opera

Blast Sinatra smash some lobster but give half to the last to prosper

Yeah he's in the building, but that's a squatter

He's nice at PR, that's a spotter

Pick a plate up, get ya tape up

Get ya weight up, or get ate up, and that's straight up, on my mama