The Exhibition Lyrics

Ayyyy… This is me just mic testing

Lyrics I pen for your Soul, learn a few lessons

I'm guessing, wait I hope that you can digest it

Welcome to the new year, I pray you Gods blessings

So firstly, Jesus is king and that's the set piece

But let me check on some issues like the chess piece

The bar so low like blue flames on a gas burner

My heart ponders fast and furious, Brian O'Connor

Last year it was streams over the art

A bunch who do it for gram and not speak from their heart

In a world of art your streaming numbers make you king

Shout to real ones, whether you rap or you sing

Been a long time coming, now we back again

Gimme a second, dust the room and then pick up the pen

CHH is here and I'm rapping with the OG's

If you don't know they're names

I'm here to introduce them so please

Shoutout Yomi but he was 'Leach' from

"My name is", really doesn't matter', spitting really harder

Bars harder than Shawn Corey Carter, still I don't flatter

Minkir from the young OG, still a young OG

Crid been my hommie from the get _ go

Soothing when his pen game starts to flex_ yo

T has been a bully with the pen

Flow is water as he bends

Sounds like Kota with some friends

Still more 'Original' than 'Klaus' in the end

It's Phrv been dropping back to back (hits)

Heaping all 'em tracks (Sweet)

The next should be Vontrap (Deep)

The way he drops them bars (Sleek)

With his twin, y'all know? (Fist)

They the peer pressure M (Cees)

Boy it's nostalgic, how I feel as I write again

The pressure deep as the memories unfold to meet the pen

Been off the loop a while, had to meet up with the life demands

Now we here to hoop a while and let them know we in demand

So welcome to the crash course

For all the hommies who's bars be sounding like they in class four,

That's what this class for

Welcome to table of the elders,

With bars dope enough to give you an oxytocin boost

Dopamine induced, its dope I mean infuse yourself

As you listen to the beats, there in lies no excuses

Its beauty as you lie, So I beg you don't excuse it

No fallacy inside, on God the melodies I'm fusing

This is poetry in a higher form, they know its better for 'em

So therapeutic when you listen to the music,

You best believe that this is art in a better form

Butterflies in your tummy, replicating coliforms

Bars to knock you out like they chloroform,

Put them on any other beat, and they'll outperform

And knock out all the fakes, who've been misinformed

And are missing form, void of God's word

That's what they missing from but we ain't misinformed

When you look in plain sight what do you see

Sweet empty nothingness or God in the streets

Don't you see his beauty clearly through the flaws in their speech

But as I speak don't you see him perfecting our speech

We the breed that speaks only when he does

We are the heat the fire that he brews in us

We conquer all by the words that we speak of

Focused on the prize, and homie that's Jesus

Jesus

yeah!