Inner Monologue

歌詞

Remember, whatever discipline you're in Whether you're a musician or a photographer A fine artist or a cartoonist, a writer, a dancer A singer, a designer — whatever you do You have one thing that's unique You have the ability to make art. Sometimes life is hard Things go wrong — in life and in love And in business and in friendship and in health And when things get tough, this is what you should do Make good art This about to be the realest shit you ever heard I lynch rappers, got them hanging on my every word These bitch rappers be claiming they slinging heavy word Really snitch rappers, niggas singing like every bird Rich rappers, nah, I don't know them niggas Niggas don't get rich rapping, they selling clothes or liquor My flow is sicker cause I flow with vigor I'm no beginner, peep the whole agenda Control my center cause I gravitate with Gravitas This my inner monologue Burning down your party cause our cocktails is molotov My crime mob make you stop, lock and drop, don't get wollywop'd Actually battery in my back like a copper top Got it popping, started on the B-side of Body Rock Direct to fan, I'm running my shop like my mom and pop Modern day slavery today to be an artist, watch They treat them like a product and try to mount like a hot 'n tot Molly pop, niggas not caring if they body rot Partying like Mardi Gras, get the cream like Häagen-Dazs Golly gosh, this is Utopia, cornucopia I'm known to start revolts against the Romans like Zenobia Hoping to keep coping copious amounts of opiates Tried to start a union, but they blocked me like a Soviet I hope they get it, I'm sick of explaining history I'm rolling with a circle of winners, we claimin' victories It ain't a mystery, the hate'll make it bittersweet They hate when I engage to debate 'em like Wale's Twitter feed Who I'm kidding? I'm the great debater My crew stay winning, we stay innovating Your circle is rotten as great tomatoes They get high with you then start dry snitching like Jose Canseco Prosecco, I'm sipping vino with a vivid hue Haberdasher rocking Borsalinos like Hasidic Jews Pitiful, rappers never stand up to the ridicule That's why I had to get at you Wear it if it fit the shoe, nigga (Baby, just shine your light If you've gotta dim yours, so they can shine brighter Just stay bright, so shine your light) We're in a transitional world right now because The nature of distribution is changing The distribution channels that people have built Over the last century or so are in flux The print, the visual artist, the musicians Which on the one hand intimidating and on the other Immensely liberating. The rules, the assumptions The now-we're-supposed-tos of how you get your Work seen and what you do then, they're breaking down The gatekeepers are leaving their gates You can be as creative as you need to be to get your work seen The old rules are crumbling. And nobody knows what the new rules are So make up your own rules