[Lyric] Slow Verses On A Slow Beat With An Emo Hook (Mo-B & OnlyOne)

[Chorus: Mo-B]
We'll paint your life, with the canvas and a brush stroke
We lost our minds, and never gonna come home
Trivialized by the pints, lights, and gun smoke
Its sex, drugs, and rock n roll, (ok)
We’ll paint your life, with the canvas and a brush stroke
We lost our minds, and never gonna come home, (never)
Trivialized by the pints, lights, and gun smoke
Its sex, drugs, and rock n roll, ho

[Verse 1: Mo-B]
For too many nights, this tune keeps on playin‘
Refused to stay waitin', these dues, we've been payin‘
These dues are not patient, if we want it, we take it
Spit for you, till we’re motherfuckin' blue in our faces
Smoke fumes, they escapin', empty beer cans layin
Around, ground zero has to be Simples basement
Where we spend every weekend, tryin' to reach greatness
Give yall our souls naked, you wanna regurgitate it
Don't care if you bought or burn it, just as long as yall play it
Just recognize we earned it when we finally say we made it
No more tossin' and turnin', on our knees prayin'
Hopin’ that the scene will see, that this movements ground breakin’
Pounded to the ground shakin', with surround sound bangin’
Pound for pound, round for round, I've been crowned by these statements
My whole crews royalty, bow down to us on stages
No managers or agents, just our passion orchestrated
We're Red Auerbach's Celtics, we’re Pat Riley's Lakers
We're Portland Trail Blazin', a dynasty in the makin'
The monster we created, is constantly engaging
The superficial market that's been oversaturated
Enough with that cadence, don't' step up son
Of course I got heat, I'm from Oregon
I rep the Sandpeeps, the best has yet to come
Missile Tungsten bitches, how the west was won
[Chorus: Mo-B]
We'll paint your life, with the canvas and a brush stroke
We lost our minds, and never gonna come home
Trivialized by the pints, lights, and gun smoke
Its sex, drugs, and rock n roll, (ok)
We'll paint your life, with the canvas and a brush stroke
We lost our minds, and never gonna come home, (never)
Trivialized by the pints, lights, and gun smoke
Its sex, drugs, and rock n roll, ho

[Verse 2: Only One]
There's poison in this lead, most people be avoidin' the voices in they head
But they my boys instead, my choice to be the best
I know I won't be blessed, a masterpiece in the makin' like Beethoven
Only's deaf, lyrics have to be on the floor for him to hear it
Underground appearance, the mirror(?) image of immaculateness
I write verses motherfucker you ___ verses, jock the wrong persons
Me and my dogs earned this, fuck the groupies and ice
Even my loose leaf is tight, Simples percussion
We function in every part of production
Your frontin' ass producers pressin' buttons, so fuck em
This the canvas I painted, dammit I'll make it
I'll put magnums to faces, before I hand them the payment
Brandish the stages, banisters breakin', stand in amazement
Rappin' faster then Puerto Ricans speakin' a Spanish language
Me and my boys are 'laxin on some back in the day shit
I have to face it though I have a hunger to write raps
Plenty fools don't make it, life's a motherfucker like that
I'll never be basic, I'm not a sucka like that, come to my face bitch
Watch this motherfucker bite back, the throne is takin'
Go find some other basement, I'm above your words
Call your verses understatements, to keep it simply stated
The best has yet to come, Sandpeople motherfucker
Now the west is won
[Chorus: Mo-B]
We'll paint your life, with the canvas and a brush stroke
We lost our minds, and never gonna come home
Trivialized by the pints, lights, and gun smoke
Its sex, drugs, and rock n roll, (ok)
We'll paint your life, with the canvas and a brush stroke
We lost our minds, and never gonna come home, (never)
Trivialized by the pints, lights, and gun smoke
Its sex, drugs, and rock n roll, ho