Mic Nonsense (Joey Bada$$ Remix)

[Intro] Yeah, haha Shout out to Pro Era From Beastcoast to the Midwest Progress 47 shit, you know we heaven-sent So let me vent [Verse 1] Stop the fucking beat, let me check em Hit 'em with the rhythms like I got a Smith and Wesson Bless up, hardheaded, never settled for lesser I spit it, leave 'em smitten, in the city where they hustle That West Side, living life on the other side Where them dealers thrive, and they rob you blind for a high Yet we still alive, but getting sicker with time So close your mind to all the lies The revolution won't be televised Ahh, I got to feeling myself I got to show 'em with the poems how we kill it so well Basquiat when I'm locked in my thoughts And it never stops, but I got the rock And I'm not gonna drop my shot, so goodbye Fucking rappers, dumbing down the masses I see it happening, no shots I'm just asking, read the facts And don't let 'em wax you out your fucking soul They gon' do it all for the gold But I just want my story told so let these lyrics unfold That piscine flow constant, pipe dream nonsense You know how many rappers want this too? Be honest So what you bringing to the table son I shake these fakes out the game and take my place On the throne of kingdom come I'm as real as people come Know I'm not the only one Looking for the holy one Sick of seeing homie's gunned, down For stupid simple shit that could've been resolved They don't care when we're involved So we don't give fucks at all Hood children, never knew no white picket fence But I got the sense to know that dollars and cents Won't make amends, get it how you live We all just be trying t survive And some of us like to chill, but some of us like to ride When they ride they carry a nine I advise you stay out they line When you end up on 59 Just don't take it as a surprise Getting agitated, sick of waiting, I want the money fast See my homies flipping packs, wonder how to get to that But momma cousin got 40 for that shit I don't need to live that life, cause I'm gon' make it with the pen I'mma win, I'mma sinner and I know I'm getting bigger And the winters feel like blizzards when you heart ain't shit but slivers But we never shiver, never waver, I'll never save her She can thank me later, when her daughter say I'm her favorite I ain't fucking famous, my team ain't on no magazine I ain't in no limousine with the team, but a man can dream Uh, Mic Nonsense bitch Fuck outta here