Fathom

Hurly fuckin' burly, it’s the dirt merchant, I hurt persons
People and the populace, your scene screams of opulence
Dominance, surely, I’m surly, sick
I’m making ships sink, cause kids think they’re fly in pink like Kirby
And early riser birds on the worm watch
Stop, drop and roll for any soul who might hold Glocks
They cold cock the sore hearts to pour drops of lifeforce
They sold pot to show rocks in core spots in strife-torn
Ghetto landscapes, how can you plan fates
Around the dope man’s hopes and his personal mandates?
And damn, I hate cats who break in the doors while my hands in crates
To talk Land O' Lakes on demographics in my fanbase
And I don’t give a fuck about you and your damn suit
I rap for slum dwelling shadowrunners with past due
Bills and killed electricity, mention me
When it’s about the best in the country, I’m hungry
You cannot fathom how people can be
When it comes to this business, this industry
You cannot fathom how people can be
When it comes to this world and society
They say he’s nice on the beat tip
But prefers to swerve with rhymed words so you can keep it like a secret
Recent studies will admit
That the kid can drive a point home with just a learner’s permit
For certain, half these indie rappers come with the wrong plan
Get on the ball and labels try to give you the rod, man
I ain’t talking rebounder, I’m talking bean counters
They chip your points off before your little joints drop
And not points as shots, but points as in spots
In your financial breakdown, watch that portion get chopped
Now I don’t know much but I know a little bit
On how to put some shit out and not get deemed insignificant
And I’m far from political
But I see behind party lines, they are not individual
Seminal competitor, I’m better on a pint or two
Pen as a sword, but that’s just how a writer do
You cannot fathom how people can be
When it comes to this business, this industry
You cannot fathom how people can be
When it comes to this world and society
Coming from where I’m from, the rats don’t eat cheese
They steal it and spend it on repealing opinions
And revealing decisions like crank or smack
Or spanking a crack whore, if that’s your prerogative
Not Bobby Brown-nosing, just knowing that I gotta live
In a world that’s more or less two-faced and ominous
Like a promoter who pays in beer for onstage conduct
Or a producer who takes cash and never gives product
That’s ho but at least that stitute was professional
I’ve seen rappers pass bills, their whole style is congressional
See, progressions full of stressors that’ll test your pull
Half these label reps can claim it’s more than technical
Ability instilled in me to will the bleeding hearts
To the bars and pubs, even the farthest clubs
To hear the Razorblade Runner get to rhyme, a godsend
Emcees flip my lines like a drawbridge, I’m honest
You cannot fathom how people can be
When it comes to this business, this industry
You cannot fathom how people can be
When it comes to this world and society