"Spring Thaw"

prod. J Patterns mix. Beef x @MatrixAudio lyrics. "I can only be me, they don’t get it, I Am Legend, I’m an 11 I don’t play craps, I don't roll 7s, I earned my credit That’s why I’m grilling up a steak, lakeside, with the bay doors open Bass turned way up so you can hear my lows hit Sipping lemonade kombucha, smoking on a spliff Going through my music, like goddamn I just hit em with the ruler again, I’m a loser again And I’m more fluid than ever I gave the flu and a shovel to the devil And told em start digging for the heavens Y’all pessimists don’t impress me I dance around my city giving lessons While they try to pull my pants down So they can laugh at what they don’t understand I get better every day They keep asking for answers for cancer and Africa Doing math on a tablet, writing on the great wall of catfish I’m connected with the planet, hard as granite Always manic, smooth as molasses I’m of a different stratagem, I’ve been maximum platinum With no management, stacking the bananas up I might rock the strapback and bandana Or go with the headband Champion look Take a gander and my past fashion And see how it has manifested They’re still breastfed, latching They take my vocab and flow And regurgitate it for mass consumption at their nest egg This has been decades in the making Before Ye did Late Registration Before I got the dragon chain at Eastgate When Fila’s were still in play I’m still hitting the fadeaway But who thought I’d educate? For real, this ain’t a shpiel, this ain’t the feels I ain’t a squealer, I’m WD-40 on wheels Quick on the reload, hand steady as a keynote Lately I’ve been strong arming it, moving kilos I’ve created a platform for the folks and people They weren’t ready but a slave can’t wait They suck my energy dry and expect pay in exchange I get an EMP to the brain and another idea janked They call it capitalism, for shame, jealous and lame I’m the greatest in the history of DNA They outta bottle my sweat and sell it They buzz around my neck and pelvis I am help for the helpless, hope for the depressed Ears for the deaf, eyes for the blind, the voice of unrest I am the streets and internet All I observe me and me in a lesser sense In vignette, straddling a fence Listen, I didn’t invent your flow so you could circumvent Now I’m out here clearing the stench My crew is ever changing too It’s me and whoever stays with me Even if it is just mental I’ve been saying I’ve seen the future and I intend to pursue it They’re illiterate, they’re talking gibberish They don’t understand liquidity You think they’re magnificent, you find Nazi’s interesting Why do you keep calling me disparate? Ooo They got you by the fingertips You whipping your slave like an Englishman Thinking you sinister Are you finished yet?"