Loops Lyrics

Crazy times, they're telling me that 2 plus 2 is 5

Something died, and they're pretending that it's still alive

Me? I'm just trying to survive, thrive, and keep it live

And look in my baby's eyes and tell her everything is fine

Half the time I'm lying but I don't talk about it much I swear

I reserve the doom and gloom for the boom and the snare

My apologies, I know you got stresses of your own

But me I grip the microphone, just so I won't explode

Let it out. Get it out. Hit the gym and sweat it out

Sometimes when I'm most lost the beat provides a better route

Crazy, that crafting rhymes can move mountains like dynamite used for blasting mines

And then some kid is blasting mine just to patch his fractured mind

While he's trapped inside contemplating patricide

I hope he hears this shit and knows I sat beside a boom box

Memorizing tunes that said I had to rise

And then I'm not gon' lie, I rocked it. Fuck 'em kid you got this

And matter fact, fuck a hook, while I'm on the topic

Fuck the world they'll never understand it 'til you drop it

They'll never see the vision 'til you profit

Don't waste another second, explaining something that you know inside your heart so Deep and true

All you need is to believe in you. That's enough, see me as proof. That's what's up. Let Weaker dudes

Spit some bullshit. Just hold tight and listen to your heart

And never ever buckle not ever cause once you start

You never get it back. That's a fact. That's the hard

-est, shit you'll learn as you embark on lighting up the dark

Ness in the world, just like I'm trying to do here for you

See, samples ain't the only thing around that here that we loop

Pack every bit of truth in every word just for the youth

I got faith that once you make it through you'll know just to what to do

Full cycle, it's hip-hop, irrefutable. You know the usual

Turning ugliness into the beautiful

Yeah

I'm in the cut like a cuticle

Off the top like a cubicle

Sacco and Van, it's not a musical

Just reality rap

We treat players like a salary cap

Better go and charge your battery pack

Get your weight up son, your calories wack

Your empty bars do nothing like empty carbs. Simple as sugar. Better call your butcher

In the pressure cooker, on the pedestal I put her

But at a moment's notice I could fuck her like a hooker