Drowning Lyrics

I'm far from the underground. It's unimpressive when you run your mouth. Two words: battle me. Not another sound. Cuz everybody thinks they're better, but none of you sell records. Your fans are fair weather. Now cut it out
I smoked all you. 1700 emcees against me refereed by Funk Volume. But you see don't me argue who's who, so with all due respect, 95% I won't even talk to
That's just me on my hunger and cold, though. At my table, everybody too short. Yall ain't touching the flow, so. Wait. I'm doing what I hear yall do. That's a no go.. It hit ya quicker and like liquor, I'm going in SOLO
My expectations are so low! I mean, what did we ever do with ourselves 'before they invented YOLO? Dig to hell, or sit and wait for a preacher, depleting the ozone layer til they saying it's NO MO?
This the chorus, but I lost control around the time I visualized the loss of souls, dying by the po po. You be tossing gold, but you're so broke. Feeling lost at home, crossing domes with a .44
Flossing stones, in apartments, roam with a hobo. Coffins sown, cuz he offed his own for the lo lo. Big up to stick up like pogos. And in the midst of this, I'm supposed to care about dissing Kendrick Lamar's Control? NO

[Hook]

Before I pedal to who's better than who, allow a few seconds addressing elephants in the room. Don't question why I'm correcting the message that he produced, if you do, I'm betting even more irrelevant is you
He started the conversation.
I spit to harness the greatness and carve a place for your carcass to get your argument straight
If appalling is how you take it, I'm coughing all in your face; cuz I'm sick of you talking. This is me hocking spit on your grave
I guess maybe yall can relate to him calling yall a disgrace, you run the city? But really I see many jogging in place
I was already spitting flames, they put ethanol in my drank. I could never fall, I'm belonging with Megatron up in space
A decepticon with a blade vs a leprechaun with a fade. I'm upper echelon. And you suckers better off on a plank..

I've waited long for this day. I pray while tossing grenades, launching missiles, AKs, pistols, finished off with a flame--thrower
Hold him in place. Oh no! No hope for escape! I was close to keeping it ghost. With a Holy sheet for display
Yea. And you CAN run la. Be the king of new York, but I'm never bowing. Proud to be donned the prince of Detroit. Joe Ortiz told him he was the next thing on his fork. But in the 313, you ain't even reaching our porch
Drowning

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“This song is a prelude of sorts to "Dark Summer”. It’s a metaphor of the overwhelming simultaneous pressure I felt from the outside underground hip hop community & mainstream media, while grounding and reinventing myself through an internal struggle.“ – Street Light

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October 22, 2013
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