[Verse 1: Dre the Monarch]
Dre season
Unable to see it coming so don’t appreciate
Graffiti paint on the walls while we’re blade running
Looking amazed at unfazed expressions
Stamina of man that teach Ajax lessons
So far writing this raw as an homage
Flow gods propelling art often the most scarred
When hurt incur literature and knowledge to discard
In depth studied homer never found my own marge
This verse is Mona Lisa through hands of Mozart
Man this piano keys and anarchy
Vacillate between pushover and no nigga can handle me
I’m loathe to the concеpt of growth no Jonny Appleseed
Prefer watch thе world burn with fascinated apathy
Abandoned many Annals that define my personality
A person with various fronts
Stacked one on the other I can’t decide what I want
Confront the scripture on the wall but can’t decipher the font
Disciple of pun
Recycle the undesirable plunge into darkness
Your mind took through the often denied nooks
Just like Boston a bomb cooks
Caution aside look to the thorniest side
Crooked the corneas wide
Hooked on this Morpheus ride
Writing for prophecy rhymes
Biting from all sibylline books
This all was decided
Began with big Sean now I’ve all but ignited
Gemini and Madlib we done hadron collided
[Verse 2: Caleb Hampton]
Aunty tightly gripped that gold plated purse
Reciting rules while residing with rancor, raw as a verse
Spoken on Sunday mornings, the birds somber on a perch
Folding palm trees, I drafted these gospels on the way to church
Ashes on my temple, Kathmandu’d the pages
Avant-garde ethos, my gift of myrrh is ageless
I’m burning incense, piercing through the soul of this maiden
The definition of “made it”?, I thought
It’s the rebirth of that Gemineye
Like slick, we did plan it, quite incentivized
A few high fives was underhanded
When at my lowest, I created that magic the mass demanded
It was partly mastermind traits and tracing my mindless damage
Sumn light tho
The ink heavy, been unpacking baggage on the micro
Perfection-wise, from thought process to typos
Pray God see the tears fall, in the meantime, stuck in my notes
Feeling Ye high, on that mountaintop like it’s my prime or post lipo
Came from the projects, it’s not what you think
Though they failed too, like them Polaroid home movies
An enterprise where the N with lines fall in hands of the useless
And the synagogue persist to hold sins of God as some true shit
Teacher don’t teach me nonsense if you value me as a student
But I’m more a failed colonial product, my momma’s nuisance
Set fire to the nooses, superseded strange fruit
And when they threw dirt, of course it took time, been a late bloomer
Took root under the rose, exponential growth came radical
My cousin pushed daisies, held the sorrow as long as I could feel
I been numb, to boost the mood I’m hoping thyme can heal
Hope she never roamed the asphodels
The plains verdant on the other side
My main purpose might it not surprise
Rather suffice to turn these wrongs I write to shine sublime
This hot head a curse, my tongue been quite divine
I make the pen to cost a price a rhyme
And high speech been what I speak, we ain't come for peace
We came with pieces, this a sketch
I’m just a artist with with a tec, simple
When disaster strike, niggas is Roc they hittin flip mode
This rocky short reach be Marciano with reload
Try me
Dre season
Unable to see it coming so don’t appreciate
Graffiti paint on the walls while we’re blade running
Looking amazed at unfazed expressions
Stamina of man that teach Ajax lessons
So far writing this raw as an homage
Flow gods propelling art often the most scarred
When hurt incur literature and knowledge to discard
In depth studied homer never found my own marge
This verse is Mona Lisa through hands of Mozart
Man this piano keys and anarchy
Vacillate between pushover and no nigga can handle me
I’m loathe to the concеpt of growth no Jonny Appleseed
Prefer watch thе world burn with fascinated apathy
Abandoned many Annals that define my personality
A person with various fronts
Stacked one on the other I can’t decide what I want
Confront the scripture on the wall but can’t decipher the font
Disciple of pun
Recycle the undesirable plunge into darkness
Your mind took through the often denied nooks
Just like Boston a bomb cooks
Caution aside look to the thorniest side
Crooked the corneas wide
Hooked on this Morpheus ride
Writing for prophecy rhymes
Biting from all sibylline books
This all was decided
Began with big Sean now I’ve all but ignited
Gemini and Madlib we done hadron collided
[Verse 2: Caleb Hampton]
Aunty tightly gripped that gold plated purse
Reciting rules while residing with rancor, raw as a verse
Spoken on Sunday mornings, the birds somber on a perch
Folding palm trees, I drafted these gospels on the way to church
Ashes on my temple, Kathmandu’d the pages
Avant-garde ethos, my gift of myrrh is ageless
I’m burning incense, piercing through the soul of this maiden
The definition of “made it”?, I thought
It’s the rebirth of that Gemineye
Like slick, we did plan it, quite incentivized
A few high fives was underhanded
When at my lowest, I created that magic the mass demanded
It was partly mastermind traits and tracing my mindless damage
Sumn light tho
The ink heavy, been unpacking baggage on the micro
Perfection-wise, from thought process to typos
Pray God see the tears fall, in the meantime, stuck in my notes
Feeling Ye high, on that mountaintop like it’s my prime or post lipo
Came from the projects, it’s not what you think
Though they failed too, like them Polaroid home movies
An enterprise where the N with lines fall in hands of the useless
And the synagogue persist to hold sins of God as some true shit
Teacher don’t teach me nonsense if you value me as a student
But I’m more a failed colonial product, my momma’s nuisance
Set fire to the nooses, superseded strange fruit
And when they threw dirt, of course it took time, been a late bloomer
Took root under the rose, exponential growth came radical
My cousin pushed daisies, held the sorrow as long as I could feel
I been numb, to boost the mood I’m hoping thyme can heal
Hope she never roamed the asphodels
The plains verdant on the other side
My main purpose might it not surprise
Rather suffice to turn these wrongs I write to shine sublime
This hot head a curse, my tongue been quite divine
I make the pen to cost a price a rhyme
And high speech been what I speak, we ain't come for peace
We came with pieces, this a sketch
I’m just a artist with with a tec, simple
When disaster strike, niggas is Roc they hittin flip mode
This rocky short reach be Marciano with reload
Try me
( Dre the Monarch )
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