
Empire
Written by Vic S.
Music by BEATSINMYBACKPACK
You better be careful, keep messing around and you’ll make me put your name in a song…
They’re dancin’ with the Devil
On the edge of a bevel
These cats look disheveled
Trying to keep step
Over here we some different type of rebels
Israeli,
Children of the promise
This barely cover the scope of it
It’s rarely enough space in these rhymes
To unload the scape of the mind
And y’all can try to reimagine these truths
And put them into a system your souls can compute
But you’re working with the wrong mathematics
An incorrect language
A ragged abacus
What could you accomplish with that haggard apparatus?
Don’t get it twisted bass akwards
Or flip it draw kabssas…
That’s just ‘sass backward’
And you cats better watch your mouths
Before we come around your way and wash them out
We might come ‘round your way and wash you out
I brought the bleach with me
I came this far
And brought the streets with me
I came this fall
And brought the heat with me
Yea, I’m changing the seasons
Y’all enamored by the fantasies contained in your reason
Hammered by insanity that’s restraining your thinking
Stammering and calamity is staining your speaking
Rambling and profanity and pain in your reaching
I’m guessing one day you gonna touch your truth
Just to find out you’ve only touched the roof
Of your shabby little houses
Yet never clutched the sooth
Guess if I give y’all enough rope I won’t have to touch the noose
I truly pray you find what you’re looking for
We been found ours
That’s why we in the kitchen cooking more
This is gourmet
I tried to feed ya sorbet
To cleanse your palate
But y’all content with your mud pies
Touting that you’re above I
YOU STAND 10,000 feet high
The difference is WE FLY
You’re dressed in faded glory (discount Walmart clothes)
The difference is,
We fly (stylish)
You can climb 10,000 feet high,
The difference is we fly