CATALOGUE

Lyrics

[Part 1] [Intro] And that's an important reality Who ever controls your perception of reality Will determine not only what you do with your life But also determine the quality of life for your children and your great grandchildren [Verse 1] The course catalog enforce More tyranny The imagery bring teardrops like symmetry The memory of a past life, hit the light switch I was situated way before time Heaven is a place to find in our right mind We delayed thе death's design When you last saw mе, I was going through some shit Prelude to the new fools who cruise in fake jewels Blessed to them crews who bled for you to bruise Context, skittish type niggas, good riddance Sneak view sitting for the film not finished Peace beloved, no the board not kidding I was right there when the script got written To recite one sentence, "Penetrates like liquid" Ignant niggas on the block with a pool stick The fool sit on the other side of the pool pit Scattershot brain, work on a trade Trademark every lost cause of the day This impure raid, peep the mental collapse Ten niggas in the front with a bitch in the back What's that? The room get swoosh like Nike Down in Mississippi with the pros like Ikea On the roam couple cones try to fight me, yeah Choose peace or devise a plan, strategize three methods If I had time, I would gamble bad You would be finished in three seconds The house takes no exceptions Thumb tapping on a missed call message, the bitch got heartburn Take your hatred and get to stepping Some fools fall in love, some fools never learn nothing [Part 2] [Verse] Yeah Blazing on a solo I need a quartet Sending peace to my sons who ain't born yet You still scratching off the iPhone looking for love The Coles shrug, hit you with a full nelson Attenuate the scales on the dot press God bless never was I should You shoulda, coulda, woulda ass niggas got two crooked toes and cracked hooves Misunderstood, the eyes re-evaluate this lives indiscretions when you looking at the hood From the rooftop perching In the nightmare searching for a dream merchant Out in Paris, nigga looking like a street urchin, let's keep working Spy vs. Spy, the chamber of command You failing to realize you thirsty for recognition Deuce two bitches at the curve of a day trip Don't slip nigga, we was watching from the breezeway I seen a Bentley catch fire by freeway The Hellcat still looking like a fucking cop car Rapstar, popstar, it's all the same thing When you take note that they all say the same thing The range, in the haze of fame, cap sells the archive Lives in a sovereign state, feeling dislocated Black man in the matrix Drown the fates, take them back to the basics Yeah [Outro] Shit, yeah Blazing on a solo I need a quartet Sending peace to my sons who ain't born yet You still scratching off the iPhone