Shades of Excellence

Lyrics

Sub-Conscious ft. Oktober - "Shades of Excellence" [Emcee(s): Sub-Conscious and Oktober] [Producer(s): Spier 1200] [Intro: Oktober and Sub-Conscious] Oktober: That's right Sub-Conscious: Think about it, son, you know? Oktober: I know Sub-Conscious: De La Oktober: Uh huh Sub-Conscious: Whatever. Common Oktober: True. Who else? Sub-Conscious: Recognize all of them, man Oktober: That's right. All of them Sub-Conscious: They ain't multi-plat', man, you can't say that's not… you know? Oktober: You know? Sub-Conscious: There's mad ways you could look at it, nah'mean? Oktober: Mad different ways, yo Sub-Conscious: Yo, come on, how many ways could you, man? Oktober: There's too many different ways, yo Sub-Conscious: What if… what if your rhymes was just thugged out? [Intro: Oktober and Sub-Conscious] Oktober: That's right Sub-Conscious: Think about it, son, you know? Oktober: I know Sub-Conscious: De La Oktober: Uh huh Sub-Conscious: Whatever. Common Oktobеr: True. Who else? Sub-Conscious: Rеcognize all of them, man Oktober: That's right. All of them Sub-Conscious: They ain't multi-plat', man, you can't say that's not… you know? Oktober: You know? Sub-Conscious: There's mad ways you could look at it, nah'mean? Oktober: Mad different ways, yo Sub-Conscious: Yo, come on, how many ways could you, man? Oktober: There's too many different ways, yo Sub-Conscious: What if… what if your rhymes was just thugged out? [Hook: Oktober and Sub-Conscious] There's other ways, and that could lead to something fatal. Good presence? That ain't enough—Hammer had a good stage show. Aight, unit Sales then. To me, the illest emcees is record-less. Bottom Line, Sub: there's mad different shades of excellence. Come Gangster? There's other ways—that could lead to something fatal. Good presence? That ain't enough—Hammer had a good stage show. Unit Sales then. To me, the illest emcees is record-less. Bottom Line, Sub-Con: there's mad different shades of excellence [Verse 1: Sub-Conscious] Shades Of excellence ride the rhythm, make an exodus The kick drum gusts like breeze, I'll make the best of it Let it set me adrift, deeper Consciousness, full Blast through a glass half-full for all pessimists Sleeping on my gospel like Jews with the New Testament There's only one of me, but it's still treacherous My pink palate give rhythms a new pigment The main base color got inner visions mixed in it, sparkles Off-campus from immense solar image, even Glows under halogen lights infinite I spitbox with water-based, non-toxic Imagery that turn vintage in the right concoction Rich rainbows off windshields in your mind's cockpit Snowstorms that seem like light drizzle in the tropics The flow's short and sweet, but you'll still need galoshes Torrentuous sixteen, blabbermouths be obnoxious [Verse 2: Oktober] I'm on the other Side of the prism where the spectrum is. Follow My lights to find shades of excellence. Color scheme Like aerosol on walls of tenements High-resolution, focus all evidence Of dark lies wrote alongside the coast Mind is visualized through kaleidoscopes, vivid With wide-defined strokes painted inside notes That I quote, thoughts of Picasso in this Blue period through some serious crisis Explain my life through mysterious writings Highlighting text in the message of the righteous Teach excellence, y'all cats is D-minus We be designing this through lead pencil tips or The pen spits authentic penmanship. Those Who possess ignorance can never put an end to this Covered the whole page with shades of excellence [Hook: Sub-Conscious and Oktober] How 'bout Vocab? Yeah, son, but people gotta understand it. And Production? That's the illest if you tasteful with your samples. How 'bout Concepts? Gotta have 'em, son. That's like a prerequisite Yo, bottom line, Ok': there's mad different shades of excellence. How 'bout The lyrics? Yeah, son, but people gotta understand it. And Production? That's the illest if you tasteful with your samples. What about The concepts? Gotta have 'em, son. That's like a prerequisite Yo, bottom line, Ok': there's mad different shades of excellence [Verse 3: Oktober] Ayyo I spit shades of purple haze on white canvases Blacked-out, sight vanishes, I'll write manuscripts Like the cannabis, though vanilla Dutches are cancerous By definition, we're past what average is Thoughts developed in dark rooms beneath the red lamp Artform chiaroscuro like Rembrandt, vision Is seen through dark shade. When skies are gray I'll listen to 1200 beats and parlay Imagine performing uptown at Autobahn Up at the podium, keeping recorders on, Ok' Touring with Sub-Con on stage with the fist up Aimed at the X on our chest, but they missed us Bullets that's shot and stray ricochet and All that was sacred was given away, plus Your heart is only days away. Still, these colorblind Cats visualize me as shades of gray [Verse 4: Sub-Conscious, Oktober, and Both] Yo, my thoughts Swarm for this artform's upliftment Emcees be stuck in the past like the word "since" is I train for the present tense, rhymes is my wind sprints Like hallucinogens, we take minds the distance Too deep for anchor chains, so we bring the dock closer We next like winter winds whistling in Oktober It's hard to follow. Leave hairs twisted back. Like leaves Hitting the ground, I'll stop shadows dead in their tracks Emcees be trying to flip ish, but their heads miss the mat Sub sick with the Bisquick, cross country over litmus, serve Lumberjack helpers with these fresh-squeezed liquids, formulas More nutritious than breastfeeding infants biting Soylent Greens with a little turquois tintage My color schemes expand the light spectrum two inches. Rap is More than just gay now, son. It's incestuous It's Sub-Con and Oktober, shades of excellence