The Quest

[Verse 1: Jay Rukas] The World is filled with emcees Rhyming at the highest degrees And we won't stop til we reach the mountain peak Closest thing to death is sleep But we're all going to dreams Striving for longevity, till infinity and beyond Y'all catching the ill vibes though our songs There's nothing wrong, so don't think of any cons Negativity can't be in this vicinity Music brought out the real in me Or should I say the right in me Cause I found out the lyrics were right in me So I picked up a pen and started writing, G Never thought of using it to go onto a quest But R.I.P. to the best, they faced death The heavens let their souls ascend After this, Ms. Savant tell them what's next [Hook: Jay Rukas & Cooley Savant] (Cooley Savant) Another massacre, kicking rhymes when I drive Kill em passengers, when I swerve, drift (Jay Rukas) Its all mapped out We gotta stand our ground And not get lost though the crowds That's the simple game plan we got for now (Cooley Savant) Left, right That's the simple game plan that we got for now, now, now (Jay Rukas & Cooley Savant) Its all mapped out. [Left, right] We gotta stand our ground. [Left, right] And not get lost though the crowds.[Left, right, right, right] That's the simple game plan we got for now. [Left, left, right] [Verse 2: Cooley Savant] That's the simple game plan that we got for now That's the in game plan, gotta box em out Four-hundred on the fourth quarter Four years on the bench sippin' warm water Suddenly you on the floor with the nine starters What a scrub, what a fake, what a Vince Carter And what a scream from the crowd when you dunk on em' And what a close game interview Charles Barkley But what a thick-plot twist when the baby-mama on the sideline Trynna prod you to child support her That’s a small slaughter Same ish that got you on the Marta And that’s life when you ball but you fall harder And now they footin' you the bill like four quarters But what a mess, what a quest, what a world I see What a tribe I mean— Ali Shaheed-Allah- Salam Alaikum, keep your peace I speak out and preach til I rest in peace I peak from under covers, what the third-eye see I keep the work boots on, two large fleece That evil genius stirrin so-called sheep Tryna transform beasts for the township feast Trynna find another rapper we can eat on the beat But I’m a vegan now, eatin' vegetables But I bet you ain't know this lil’ pet could growl How I handle bars How I [brakes] it down, like Left, right, Left, right Left, right, left Left, right Left, right, left Left, right Left, right, left Left, right…