Fpos

Every speck of dirt you throw, you’re just building up the base
Setting up a pedestal so I can look you in the face
Keep that tongue long and clean while you’re polishing my name
It’s a long way down when you’re playing at this game
Talk behind my back? Man, just pick up the phone
But you’re paralyzed by fear when you're standing all alone
Bunch of ingrates, pussies yeah, I smell the scent of fake
I’m the blueprint, the foundation, everything you couldn’t make.
I’m the guy from the onset, the one they always call
The go to for the giants while you’re feeling extra small
You can’t compete with this, not in this life or the next
I’m solid, I’m humble, I’m the soul inside the text
The street is ours, yeah, we hold the master key
Still blessed in the chaos, that’s the way it’s gotta be.
Stop licking boots and trying to find a seat
We’re the pioneers, the ones who made rhythm for the street
You’re just FPOs, placeholders in a line
I’ve been making names go viral since the start of time
Decades in the dirt and I never lost the spark
Still the brightest light when the world is getting dark
Think I’m gonna argue? Think I’m here to change your mind?
I don’t have the minutes, I’ve left all that junk behind.
So fuck your perception, I’m enough on my own
I’m the king of the mountain, I don’t need a borrowed throne
Just a little heads up for the cloud you’re standing in
The storm is gonna break and the rain is getting thin.
Yeah.
The storm will soon run out of rain.

Hip Hop, Meditative