Introspect - The Joint
Sometimes you find yourself riding the trainLate night, headphones on
It's cold outside but you zoom in and you remind yourself, you run the show
Well I'm riding on this cold train listening to Coltrane
I don't need a gold chain or a sniff of cocaine
I get my dopamine anytime I go train
Shining like a diamond when I do my own thang
If you wanna beef; put the lighter to your propane
Blow it out proportion like fights with your old dame
Oh man; I'm finna get down like soul train
Sunny days; no rain; good times; no lames
Studying the whole game; wonder where your flow came
from; ain't it obvious? You ain't got no shame
Lettuce not bump heads like romaine
I run circles round noodle brains; lo mein
No name; no pain rappers make no gain
Always losing by hair; let me get you Rogaine
Ha! The nerve on a man; Kobane
This is Big Baller brand; stay in your lane
This, right, here's the joint
Al-ways, on-point
And I know you know
I run the show
And it's crazy what some will do for fame
Wild out with no tame; fire shots with no aim
Light up an old flame; ride out of your lane
For most of us the enemy resides in or own brain
They say I should be proud; others say I'm so vain
Spirit of a young dog; soul of an old man
Got a new perspective as I tore out my old frame
Took responsibility; no more blame
Candy coded rappers try to roll up like an old sprain
Must be higher than Snoop was on soul plane
Surgical in my approach as I hit your vein
Draw blood first; picture perfect; no stain
Here to help you take your steps; no cane
Building blocks; your building stops building with no crane
I like my beef grass fed; no grain
So I can see the fat drip and barbecue the whole thang
This, right, here's the joint
Al-ways, on-point
And I know you know
I run the show
So here we go now
Don't you slow down
Don't you know now
You run the show now
Here we go now
Don't you slow down
Don't you know now
Here we go now
Don't you slow down
Don't you know now
You run the show now
Here we go now
Don't you slow down
Don't you know now
This, right, here's the joint
Al-ways, on-point
And I know you know
I run the show
Written by:
Stefan Tochev
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