Defcee
As the sand’s spillin out an hourglass figure,
and Candyman’s fist’s slippin out a cracked mirror,
I draw the past nearer. Fast-forward, flask tippers
snatchin liquor fifth caps to flashback clearer.
Tearin “experience terror” off the bucket list.
Another day, another risk. Underpaid with double shifts.
Take what I can get, even if it’s an ugly bliss.
Feelin like luck’s a lick and I never tucked a grip.
Thinkin on potential that I lost in a watch.
Life was a beach. I’d be joggin across it in socks.
Nothing charming waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Nails sharp and dark from diggin into the buddha stock.
At my job feelin the temperature buildin.
Direct deposit dropped, confetti fell from the ceiling.
Gotta wait two more weeks for relief. If I can’t,
then breathe through looseleaf and a beat.
HOOK: Defcee
As the wheel keeps turning,
And your will keeps burning,
And your grind don’t stop...your grind don’t stop…
As the wheel keeps turning
And your will keeps burning
And your time won’t stop...your time won’t stop...
CRASHprez
Move the Spook from the door, make him stand at the desk
New recruits in the store serve the panic of flesh
“Too uncouth for the floor,” said the man in the vest
He too rude to ignore, how he manage ya breath
Best practice: hit ‘em in the tax bracket
Class action, make it fashion
Say what fam is, make it fascist
First chance, make my hands automatic
Then glance at the stats once they pass what their stance is
I’m a different face
On a page, I don’t dribble if I scribble out my middle name
I’m a buzzword
I’m the culture-in-chief as these vultures of grief let my tongue burn
I’m a line item
I’m the first one to die by design once the times need a sign by ‘em
Never mattered if nobody write a line like him
He’ll be ridin’ pine, and the limelight will not brighten
