Butter Scripts

[Verse 1] Everyday of my life gets impressively realer Wake up on another stranger's couch, put in real work Pay me enough for my next meal and a blunt And I'll rap my ass off till the club closes up (check 1) Last time some people ain't notice Critics snubbed their noses, know this I never play just the tip Up in this balls deep All the way in hip hop Check me if you wanna Wet Orange on the corner smokin' marijuana Remind the motherfucker why I started listenin' in the first place [?] and wordplay But they don't know their ass from a hole in the underground Or indie labels give cats the runaround Other MCs go platinum in a week Timeless does not mean a popular single, we (mic check 2) Kill all that whack shit You either ante up or cash-in Check 3, they fine with absurdity The last two years took their toll on me But besides that I feel electric Render me MC Ren meets Quest It goes rappers for breakfast MCs for lunch Dinner reserved for any DJ that spins crunkstep Fuck a punk cause I ain't him A lot of my contemporaries ain't shit So I come at 'em with a passion rarely seen last hip hop went fashion If you hear me you act like it Dead broke with my dignity and that's priceless Or so the saying goes, turn my phone off and stay home Demonstrating soul [Interlude] I keep writing And writing (x13) [Verse 2] When the beat knock it feel like a jetpack Knowin' full and well with each stroke of the pen that Every word could potentially reach thousands of listeners They never been to church Sinners, all of 'em suspect They can't hold a steady job so they're "Fuck rent" Dirty jurors like my drug tests If you ain't scurred move up front then, while I Proceed to move the crowd Lotta' people leanin' on me and I wanna' do 'em proud And I gotta' lot on my plate besides that Where's your grind at? Cats act like they're [?] as a unicorn Go from lukewarm to scourged Any day, stage, age range, or place And it would be presumptuous to say I expect any more outta' this than butter scripts I'll never be financially stable and I can live with my head a million places at once So long as the bass lines up And have the party jumpin' like Bloods getting jumped in Get your skull crushed over something as insignificant as metaphors and synonyms We're probably spitting "That's my dog like Rin Tin Tin" Go keep another career Or selling your soul to have mass appeal It's too shout out for the masses to feel I don't keep it if it's not real Cause I am who I am, ain't who I ain't Poison to young minds like lead paint In displaced anger, another straight banger Courtesy of ideas that keep getting stranger