Yo Beyon, listen man
I've been thinking as of late
Too many people round here asking what can the scene do for me
Instead of asking what can I do for the scene
Pretty f*cking fed up with it to be honest
But then I remember to practice detachment
Because I only have control over myself
And that I need to lead by example
So I'm saying you ready to flip the script or what
You're now rocking with the East Coast Special
Never giving flowers and no rose petals
Been here for hours and we boil kettles
Don't got aircon, sweatin got the fan on
Fire in the booth
Too soft for the punks, too weird for the heads
You're too fake for the truth
In my head like a monk beats stank like a skunk
Had the whole block saying struth
Back in the day when I was a teenager
Too young for a pager
And too old for the TikTok generation
If you know what I'm saying
These days are great
No AKs, no I'm not spraying
Whole world turning back against me
Trying to infiltrate my mind state
But they don't know that my mind's great
F*ck the noise, that's what I say
Spend years getting my mind straight
Never forget who you are
Cause we all stray from the path
Tap into the source, do your art
The scene said, good riddance to good writtens
Like that motherf*cker from West End
We stay hidden
Do it for the love
Get what you're given
Shoot for the stars, never know what you're missing like
It's infinite debt
And I've been taking infinite steps
Towards greatness, staircase to heaven
Straight through my living room ceiling
Would walk it but I can't be arsed
How much you gonna give
I don't know, how long is a piece of string
The sound I'm perfecting must come to a cursed
Ending, this ain't a front, nor an image
This is literal wisdom
Raw like an audition
Door to door spitting
Blue dreams coming true like I just wished it
Nah B, I give what I'm given
This shit ain't scripted
This a real life envision how my real life be living
This is art
For the ones showing love and the ones that aren't
Tell em wussup
Tell them one love
Tell them I'm beyon and this is infinite debt
Hard hitting like traum to the head
You seek pity but it shows weak instead
Take my weeks in steps
Weed in breath
Thoughts in debt falling but I caught myself
Swear I wouldn't fall back down
Nah f*ck that
I ain't afraid to call me out
I'ma say this loud
This my tapestry of life
F*ck blood and sweat I've given time and respect
I ain't got shit I regret
Y'all standing too far to the left
Y'all just making a mess
I'm trying to pay this infinite debt
I owe to the death
They sayin it's all in ma head but I know it
I owe it to my successors
So thank you for paving a message
I feel like I've been misdirected
Sitting at the foot of God like I missed a message
Back of the class
I couldn't see the lesson
Thought I could make it independent
But now I see I'm indebted
Pass my current currency
I couldn't be more thankful for the current me
But check it
Motherf*ckers be pressing
Ain't shit cause life's my biggest stressor
Boutta get off em anti-depressants
I'm sick of being dependent
I'm sick of my misconception
Sick of being indebted I'm sick of just pennin
I know I owe it to my successors
Gratitude for their presence
Peasants
Nah man
I think humanity is going to expand one day to a point oneday where
The earth is no longer sustainable for us
I think we really gotta give our flowers back to the scene
And support those before us
Because without them
There wouldn't be
Us.