[Verse 1: Impulse]
Save the Hell yeahs and Hallelujahs
Kenny Dalglish let me kick some knowledge to you
A word of caution to you
If Lil' or Young are in your name then don't even bother I ain't talking to you
Dawn of a new age when Eve embraced The Serpent and cracked Adam
Is the way I'll embrace you whack rappers -- with cracked atoms
You're out of tune with your Autotune
So ungraceful I want the top spot you can take two
Take the rap game or y'all can hand it over like controllers
And that's the way I know how to console you
Indie labels replacing gimmicks and breaking limits
So where's that leave you and all the shit you rehearsed
If I was you I'd just be glad that I could get to you first
You should know by now it's evil to live in reverse
1 drop, 2 steps, and 3 lives ahead of -- that's unheard
Think you can catch up -- fuck what you must heard
Self-proclaimed MC's nothing but paradigms
What cause your parents bought a laptop and you can spare some time
You deserve a record deal? That ain't the transition
Your lines about as clutch as automatic transmissions
Got a chance you ain't deserve and half-assed it
But quick to say you dropped another classic
But if I'm anything it's an understanding man
So I've gotta place ½ the blame upon your fucking fans
Who pray on prosthetic prophets who practice preaching Prada
Produced by heaping praises on prepackaged problem products
This wasn't just to say you suck because you do
At my core I got love for hip-hop and got love for you
Cause at it's core this world is a savage that'll vandal
I see you can't push the weight of these bars you can't handle

[Hook]
Cause all we just wanna do is evade the labels
But somehow end up tryna chase the same
Where I'm at it's not a question of whether you're able
Get fucked up not watching your step with caine
Cause all we wanna just do is evade the labels
But somehow end up tryna chase the same
Where I'm at it's not a question of whether you're able
Get fucked up not watching your step with caine

[Verse 2: Impulse]
This here's an ode to friends
Paste tense end of the road when I tried to turn these boys to men
I figure they over the hill like Tommy
Tried to cut the umbilical and separate 'em from the nipples of their mommies
Get 'em to be more aggressive like killer bees
But they content with crawling at the speed of centipedes
Catch a wave and have these fakers tryna make amends
Even The Savior had a traitor at the table breaking bread
My contenders are pretenders it's easy to be the winner
But what's the point if nobody's gonna remember me
On the day that my metaphors and my similies
Get me clapped like after assemblies
When light dies out the system pushed the pest aside
Legacy set aside jealous lies from jealous eyes
All because I spoke out on these modern Holocausts
Cause no one seems to care what all these fucking hollows cost
Rapped to connect with my innocence in a sense
But met with close doors like Jehovah's Witnesses
When they box me and you're asked to speak before they pray
Tell me what the Hell you gonna say?
What can you say?