[Lyric] Détente (DOM_of_DnD)

(Intro, spoken by Lester Crest)

There are no new leaves, everything you do and don't do is recorded forever and used to beat you. This is the age of Judgement Day every day

(Verse 1)

I never had regrets
Since an hair been causing the dread
I keep fairing with a level head
And yet with all of that said

There's some stress I have to addrеss
Hits been taken down again
No matter who's out to behеad
I'll only bow with a knee on their neck

Been copping ways to send
Derek Chauvin's bail to my crib
To put my cases to a rest

I get they hate what I done did
But I can't pay, they're in my debt
Snowflakes DMing quick
Tryna put brakes on my shit
But that ain't changing I guess
They're Xi Jinping if I dissent

I made my stand, Hong Kong did
Beef is meatier when they press
And even when you do defend
I doubt they'll listen in
Let alone be listening

But does mean they're maturing
Or will they seek their ignorance
Confront you, bitching with
Intent to purge all of your hits

Bully you off of petty shit
No wonder toe tags I give them
Nailed them 'till they're cross

With all my beef I done squashed
Some will come for seconds, stop

Wish I could forget them all
So I don't gotta serve them on
A track that might get knocked off
(Interlude)

And that's it. You no like, you no listen. Very simple
You don't go out of your way and try and get rid of one of my songs cuz you don't like my image. That's immature
You ignore it and move on

And you don't gaslight or be confrontational either. Y'know?

(Verse 2)

Even if I say I'm sorry
They'll use it to try and stop me
From making another song, B
Cuz they think I'm taking shots

Really all I got is bars
So my pub is closed to y'all
Tryna throw fights and then stall
What's left of my catalog

If I cared 'bout what you want
And Appease those tryna bawl

I'll get poor, ending it all

This is how Imma U-Haul
As an heir to throne, move on
Venting all and any thoughts
And like math, limits are off
Don't like it? Then piss off
Cuz If you censor my thoughts
I guess it meant I'm not in the wrong

Here's to my Darkside Gone
Like Andre and Kendrick Lamar
I cannot help myself at all
Even when I misstep with bars
I offer toe tags when you drop

Letting somebody's coffin
Get inside on my conscience
Is fishy shit I don't want if
When I think it's fly, they swatting
I'm in sync with them, they're doxxing

Lego, gotta block all them
If I wanna protect my noggin
From bricks that they been tossing

Give a shit if I piss off
The planet, aliens who want it
Cheapskates wasting their calling
So broke and not fixing problems

That they gaslight over bars
Didn't match with them at all
Plug a brother stopping my spark

Lines like Cain, been shitting on
Abel-bodied bitches' twats

Everything's resolved

(Interlude)

See this is how I let go. I talk about my problems, get it off my chest, and this way I'm less stressed. You know? I'm cool with y'all, no harm no foul. It's all words at the end of the day. Peace!

(Outro, spoken Lester Crest and Michael DeSanta)

The fuck ever happened to burying the past, huh? Any fool should be able to turn over a new leaf, right?
Well, first your new leaves aren't so very different from your previous leaves, seems like they all fell from the same tree, and second, this is the age of the Internet, my Luddite friend. Nothing's forgotten, There are no new leaves, everything you do and don't do is recorded forever and used to beat you. This is the age of Judgement Day every day. And in revelation of that, I'd say you got off pretty lightly