Lunch Box Lyrics

Never mind if I'm ahead of times

I'm stepping outta line

Cause I'm the prophet like Kahlil Gibran

Straight from Lebanon

I'm a mad man with broken wings

Bet you'll never find me when I dive deep inside a rhyme scheme like I be hiding

I subtract what's normalized so many times I start dividing

Then I add the dividends until the money multiplying

Ain't no taking what be mines

Like I'm more selfish than a toddler with a problem

If you try it, get you poked like porcupine

A cornucopia

Take off my horn and fill it with the fruits of my labor

Truth that looms over you haters I should be amongst the greatest

Of the rappers in my generation

Ain't afraid to say it

Man you busters and you bastards need some manners

I have to say

These cats today

Don't listen when the masses say

They want something with substance

Rappers making what they masters say

I speak to people's spirits that's why they call me The Pastor

Play my music for a Buddhist

Even they like what The Pastor say

It's deeper than religion

It's about the impact it make

You got a question

Then just ask away

I'm answering

Apparently a man should be emancipated

Freed him from the traps he laid in

But freedom is not free in this country

The mask is made of the black anatomy

They can't stand to see us strong

They have to emasculate

We just tryna function

While they try to incapacitate us

My rhymes and flows immaculate

I can't help but to fascinate em

Studying the past plays

You made in yo last game

I seen the film early nigga

I just caught the matinee

Black as fuck back when I was born

And I'm Black today

I left 27 years ago

I came back today

Been outta this world since my birth nigga

Reincarnated so many times

Swear to God, I was the first nigga

And now it's time to bring the hurt nigga

Came to murk

Put em in the hearse

Then we put em the dirt nigga

Lord forgive me for the anger that I've been expressing

It's not the way that I should make best of what I'm blessed with

The gift to use these words to heal, as my pain lessens

I'm still a student, I'm just learning pain lessons

I do it from my heart but wonder if the fame is destined

I try to paint the picture but the frame is still in question

I try to clean my act up, but still I feel messy

Only I can rest with what I see in my reflection

I think I want a mansion and I think I want a Tesla

But I just want peace of mind and returns on my investments

I think I want a Grammy and I think I want an Oscar

But I just want a family and I just want to prosper

I just want a wife and I just want to be a father

Make a living off my art

And not be bothered

For that to be reality I gotta think smarter, I gotta move better, and I gotta work harder

But instead to prove my worth to every mother fucking body

I gotta make killing these rappers a fucking hobby

I gotta overcompensate for what's lacking inside me

I gotta make songs I hate to get the eyes on me

I gotta be the villain in somebody else story

I gotta get beside me

Gotta forget that I'm godly

Gotta project for the money

Now I regret what I've done and

Now my truth I gotta hide it

But I'm so tired of hiding

I'm better than the pick of the litter of all these mutts

A pure bred MC, a different pedigree of such

No wonder why I shit these tracks out without a push

Cause I eat beats by the bunch and eat MC's for lunch