This ain't no pep-talk, your shit say it's so
Fucking swivel in the swamp, spitting Spock for these hoes
Snorting shimmer while distraught at the show
Live a little, quite a lot we done known
Why I'm hell-bound to bitch, but I'll cope with the relics down the road
In moans of old, no more simping, I know
I'm complicit, but hold this, you bitch, shit
I'm focused on fiction, my potent depiction
Just smoke in a figment, I wrote while constricted
Truth in the witness, wordy premonitions
Just spoken infliction, and flows for your fixing
Listen dismissive, insist I'm a mystic
Review your convictions, jit, hold your head up
Nothing new at the surface, yeah, I know me better than I think
I need a shrink, some fetty, please?
Some cherry trees? You know what I mean?
I'mma look at it regardless
You can see me as harmless
That would be a mistake you would make
Because you a target
Working 'til I'm exhausted
Searching for where the vault is
Try your best to best me, but baby
You'll come up short, kid
You a target
You a target
You a target
Target, I'm sorry
In the Stu with Smith and Thought, plotting to make a milly
Well, not a milly, that'd be nice, but just enough so I'm not as chilly
At night, put the heater on blast, gotta put this heat on my ass
Mr. Massively-Accurate with my feet in your ass
Pause, for the homophobic, but my flow decodes
The throes of life, so you have to pardon the way I was told to show it
I'm chosen, chosen, I'm chosen, I need to put you on notice
Know that I'm all focus and know that I cannot slow this
I'm five-seven but a giant, rather I am Leviathan
Dealing with my personal issues badly, I'm Kylo Ren
Wavering but even when I'm wavering
Better know they wagering on me when the cards are down, because I'm a threat
I silence them, I'm upset that you thought that you could cross me
Smith, tell these niggas where they can get lost, B
I'm hostile these days, because I wasn't, look what it cost me!
I'm swimming in my losses but my floaties looking saucy
I'mma look at it regardless
You can see me as harmless
That would be a mistake you would make
Because you a target
Working 'til I'm exhausted
Searching for where the vault is
Try your best to best me, but baby
You'll come up short, kid
You a target
You a target
You a target
Target, I'm sorry
I'mma look at it regardless
You can see me as harmless
That would be a mistake you would make
Because you a target
Working 'til I'm exhausted
Searching for where the vault is
Try your best to best me, but baby
You'll come up short, kid
You a target
You a target
You a target
Target, I'm sorry
Mother Mercy's first abortion, brother cursed me for divorcing
Now they miss me after forcing all my wars to be discordant
Soldier in the Final Order played informant to the Rebels
Make some pebbles out of boulder 'cause you tore out all your devils
And I revel in the picture, in my mind, of what I've wanted
Search a temple for your scripture, just to cut it up and blot it
Such a gentle kisser, but I never up and flaunt it
So I haven't met my better half, been left without my goddess
I'm a mess but blessed with honesty (facts)
Always dressing up in modesty (but it's fake)
When the lesson that I've learned, as the wreckage was returned
Was y'all put me to the test and failed to see the quality
Step to you and press, then deny you an apology
You can be my guest and explain how you probably
"Suffer from a certain pathology to minimize"
Those whom in your eyes, pose a risk to usurp
Y'all been stunting on my rise, I got a right to be hurt
I done peeked behind the curtain, took a prodigy to sympathize
I ain't hypnotized, I'm too high for your dirt
And my worth is more than twenty times the diamonds you could synthesize
Read between the lines, you'll find a timeless potential
See beyond the rhymes, to my writing and my sense of urgency
Heard that all you guys were looking for fundamentals?
Why you looking to the sky, for the light, in an emergency?
When we right here?
you've got to love reflective, often claustrophobic, and cryptically heartfelt hiphop, especially when the artist does most of their own production The Thought
probably gonna be the best underground record of 2020, barring something truly phenomenal that I'm not anticipating. deep, dense, decadent. The Thought
