CRTX/VRTX

Lyrics for CRTX/VRTX

Mm Uh Swing it on home How he hold with them holes in his hand? Heart of stone, flood those, just the sand So cold, I was gone, but I'm here once again, overstand Those crop circles, not cornrows in my baby head Lady mug in my billfold, olive branch, let's hear it for the man A curse filled with the silk flow I love a bell-pepper nose and piano fingers marigold Black migratory patterns, where niggas is goin'? Stories that data couldn't duplicate, is it too, too late? You know I be knowin', cousin, stay off the phone On hold with no nothin', swing it on home E'rybody wan' feel somethin' for the real ones who wasn't I can't control how it land, as if it matter, brother man I only know how I intended, verse impact, ain't no under other hand Since the girl made her world, I be dead and offended, fuck niggas scatter Damned if you do, damned if you didn't Glory in pursuit, I need all my niggas, I need all my niggas Uh Yellow cab outta LaGuardia Some things don't change, some things remain Finger in the socket, when I see the skyline, my heart breaks Sky the color of slate, gray evenin' gown Let's find a ladder, darin' to climb I'm on it like a moniker, she ain't mine, can't be But in my mind's eye, whisper myself a lie Can't be in the corner, it was true when it left my fingertips Cash only like '96 Cigarettes in the bar, we was sick, kissin' in Needle Park We got a gig soon, man You know they're mine and still we stay Hey, how'd you get in here? I got my ways Uh-huh, nowadays Nowadays, I'm out the way I'm out the way, folk My kids tryna bring it back, flip more All contact, combat dangerous Weak, so it be hard to stay on trap balance Back home, I'm an antique like an artifact, trust My hands gettin' all black, ashes turn to dust, classic, though Missed called in my call log, I know Mama gettin' old, I know Pops holdin' on, I know Niggas dyin', I know Niggas dead and gone in the smoke, and I'm just dyin' And I'm just tryin' And I'm just hustlin' more for them livin' folk All that talk 'bout brothers, but all that talk 'bout folk All my folks, they don't know, 'cause all my dawgs weigh up And it's been way too long, 'nother sad song, fuck your makeup, I'm just tryna adjust Evil eyes, my perspective like Constantine on the road (uh) Same pain, might as well be the same song Fuck you, just pay us, if it rain, let it sing, I'm tryna see my tears in gold My sister pain transform, I'm tryna find my way back home Through the maze, still goin' when them candles turn to stone Few days, fillin' up on the side of the road Shit don't take that long, just a few days, gettin' hard to explain to DK I can't even explain, damn, it's been too long All this stuck in my brain, all this fake jewelry bag, plannin' to speed And all this fake-tough act, see, I don't believe it When my niggas is demons, my nemesis freedom My action misleadin', don't follow me, follow the most high Everything 'bout perspective, which one of these fuck niggas you idolize? Tell me what you see, niggas lie to me, let 'em Let, let 'em tell a lie, can't play with me Can't play with me, we all know you're lyin' At the same time, correctin' all my behavior 'cause the play televised, sing Uh I think I come from a, a very strong history And I simply want to live on this planet And to continue that tradition And to try in my little way to make my ancestors proud