Uncontent

Lyrics

[Intro: Murs, The Grouch & Shing02] (Man) Fuck! Uncontent (Knamsayin'?) (Mines, unemployed and shit) Just, goin' through Fuck (Bitch shit) Bitch shit, that's right [Verse 1: Murs] It always seems that once you're comfortable with your surroundings That's when you begin to lose your grounding But I only feel like life is just testing me Or is it forcing me to fulfil my destiny? Stuck in the cycle of gaining and losing Is it just me or is everyone cruising Through this lifestream Though my dreams of rolling with a tight team Are finally coming true But all these lines of doubt just keep running through My viewfinder (Damn), which just serves as a reminder That this shit could fall through at any given time 'Cause in this movie called "life" I'm just out to say my lines Before they roll the credits, so let it be known That Murs is comfortable living a few notches below The comfort zone [Interlude: Shing02] Now this Shing0, check it [Verse 2: Shing02] [*Rapping in Japanese*] [Verse 3: Axiom] I'm in very specific transitions upon studio sessions, appears the Axiom As I age, little annoying situations irk to the point of standing activation For instance, in the winter I think I inherited this unfaithful condition from renditions of my grandma's genetic coding Those in relation get an aching sensation and in painstaking need Extreme cold regards of all the seasons [?] I mean The small pluses of joy ain't nearly as overbearing as comparative anatomy We're fucking water physics Visually, people apply creed 'Cause they bound within boundaries of acquiring the consumables But the shit you come up on is on difference Be gathering property gettin' repossessed by them You got those taxes Physical backlashes ain't guaranteeing all your money is pocket stuffings To all [?] I'm uncomfortable, uncontent somewhat 'Cause to have something is nothing compared to the next man's collectives Working such a phobia surfaced from origin but then again Why grief, society's [?] off on lies Niggas in the ghetto lease autos in reverse, can't afford [?] payments On must notice While it's a cinch for the rich to purchase mad shit, with plastic [Interlude: Axiom] Yeah, yeah I'm in favour of specific transitions, up on studio sessions appears Axiom That verse was some studio sessions Just for you fools to know, the beat is super, super, super tight ASR10 quality, 4-Track, somewhere in the backyard I ain't trippin' [Verse 4: The Grouch] I remember when I was young I used to be sprung off the thought That I would play with any toy that my mother bought Probably brought to my attention by commercials of the first fools To have it on my block And those who didn't jock, and I was shocked when mom would buy it Just to keep me quiet I would go inside and try it (Try it), out and they'd deny it When they broke it, whoever it was, 'cause they were folks It didn't matter much, I just had to get a clutch (Man) On that new shit [Verse 5: Bas1] We're not liking the new shit Making whack MC's hit the exit You should be leaving, by swan and seasoning Of your brain with much pain I'm uncontent with the shit you sent The shit you sent is not representing I'm quite hinting, tinting Making you be relenting I'm resenting every word you wrote to me How dare you think you're doper than me I'm quoting the, floating the Rhyme, past your anatomy It's a tragedy, Bas be magically Making you retire You're going to perspire Sweating, never letting go Until I tell you so No I won't, leave it, so be it You wanna battle Bas1, you just achieved the last level of Saga I pound that head in, like a sewing [?] Live it on acapella, I smell ya You're smelling like emptiness, don't tempt me, this is just a Little bit of my flow As we're going off, and you're going on To the last level, to the underground graves