Andy the Dishwasher - Concentrate Harder Lyrics

Back in the 5 flow, to demonstrate all of the
Nimble tricks I know, and show I can ball with the
Greats, go toe to toe. Yes out I am callin' ya
Writtens only though, or else I will falter
Whoops! Told my weakness. I don't do battles
I guess call me a peacenik. All of my rattles are
Just to show I'm seekin' a cure for my addled
Ego, tryna unseat it, put me in the saddle
Why? 'cuz it's a prick. It's hella pretentious
But it has infinite tricks to make more tension
If you want proof you're sick, just look at the census
Global death statistics lookin' horrendous
Woo! Look at me go! A regular Watsky
Only kiddin' bro. I'm more like a Trotsky
Plots infect my flow when I'm feelin' saucy
No ammo for my foes, my image ain't glossy
Bossy producers tellin' me how to rap
Gotta be harder, gotta be down with the trap
But since I started a boom would elicit a bap
So for my part, I'd say that they're full of crap
Give me a bassline, a kick and a snare
Or I could just bring mine, I really don't care
We'll blow some tasty pine, and up we will tear
The album sales online. It won't even be fair
That's the hook for y'all, but mine's comin' up
Now that ya seen I can ball, put your cards in the cup
If my response is stalled, do not interrupt
There's problems I am solving and I could erupt
But I'm a friendly dude, don't get me wrong
Just have a nice attitude, and we'll get along
But if I think you're rude, I'm hidin' the bong
For you the proper food is hearin' this song

I live with extra beats
In my feet
To Unseat
All the
Squares one, two, three, four, I
Like to try
To dance by

Wanna impress me? Just relax
All the way, G. Unclench your ass!
If you can move with ease, I call that class
Show me how please, and I'll cut the sass
Here, hit this grass. It just may
Assist you in the task of floating away
Will that really, you ask, keep demons at bay?
No, you do it yourself. We're just here to pray
For peace and try to release the inner tension
So petty anxieties cease, and call your attention
To your unconscious feats in higher dimensions
Not here to offer cheats to mystic ascension
Nope! Just a schlub, who happens to have
A whole lotta love and a mad vocab
To give the right shoves to avoid the bad
Karma from above and start some fads
Not the lame kind, not lines of shoes
The kind that blow minds, like rhythm and blues
When symbols match the signs, a movement ensues
Just like a private eye, I follow the clues
Rhymesayers is makin' bank these days
All competition forsaken, I think they're rays
Of hope for those who are fakin' detached malaise
Thank you for tellin' the truth. It's a tough phase
From my own perspective, here with my homie the
Socially selective life is lonely
Vitriolic invective is always phony
Your subconscious directive is probly a pony
Or some similar unfulfilled desire
That drained away from your inner fire
So they could program a son for their empire
Come on, let's have some fun and f*ck with some wires!

I live with extra beats
In my feet
To Unseat
All the
Squares one, two, three, four, I
Like to try
To dance by