Come So Far

[Verse One: John Smith] I draw inspiration from the monotonous And the moronically obvious Hating on the pop culture opera Just stewing in my own juices All stuffy But it ain't like I need Otrivin Pacing in a rut so deep that I can hang posters in it Decorated with a dead lab rat That finally collapsed and lapsed Into sleep after it couldn't stop running laps Yeah you know how I feel If you're a shopping cart with a wonky wheel I haven't learned how to stop writing attack raps That make some wanna give dap and most want to smack me Smitty's a hippy who don't hackie My beef ain't with the wack but the tacky I read Dostoevsky while on break from the factory I pop pills and drank till I couldn't handle the trip Then celebrated the following month of sobriety by getting ripped Hit full stride then tripped into a piping hot face full of humble pie I'm truthfully telling you Any shit talking on my part is a disgraceful lie A building of heliacal sky Of scavenge broken windows that I won't be able to break All surrounded with a lake In which swim non lethal waters snakes You have to swim across it cause the bridge has been burnt And if you've seen that PLS album I'll still be wearing that same purple Fermented Reptile shirt [Scratching] "Don't mean to boast, but we're the most" - Sugar Hill Gang 'Rapper's Delight' [Verse Two: Birdapres] Used to battle sailors fresh off the ships Call it a day bro, cash in your chips Loose leaf lips what happened to juice? Mine turned to beef deep...rapper produce I made an ass bet Hold the fort funny Laugh to the bank with a grip of short money Still make tape retail sells the shit Gotta love it when rappers diss My female relatives, they hella bitch The stock, I don't spit the chalk Or spit for our sake, I spit to get rich and get my ducks sick Park Like Birdapres slummed out, counting endless bank Camped out on my mom's couch Back to the crumb snatch supposed to be brine stone Poised for a comeback, nose to the grindstone Eyes on that watch too late for excuses At 25 years timing is Swiss movement Who's house? You're kidding, whole house freeze Probably one of the top five MC's When I get mine I'll hang and frame the treaty From the roster, you get crossed out like gang graffiti Found untorn, guys like you, don't hang around no more A perfect fit for those cement shoes and a crown of thorns No head bop to the beat This new swaying say dues paying For blue eyed soul suckers and blues playing [Hook: John Smith] I've come so far, I've moved back in with my folks Got no rent to pay and still manage to stay broke [Birdapres] And I've come so far, I've done nothing in years But make my neighbors sleep with cotton stuffed in their ears [John Smith] And I've come so far made a dope album and dropped it Yet some of best friends still ain't copped it [Birdapres] And I've come so far I have people to talk with About underground rap when I only buys hot shit [John Smith] I've come so far, getting fed so I can't beg Walking around with yesterday's sock in my pant leg [Birdapres] And I've come so far I make my music known But don't have the loot to pay off my student loans [John Smith] And I've come so far, rock a jam live But when you tell me that it's dope I might not look you in your eyes [Birdapres] And I've come so far I've even got class honey Won't buy you dinner but I'll chip in on gas money {x4} [John Smith] I've come so far "I know you wanna make move but son you besta take a second look" - J-Live 'Braggin' Writes' [Birdapres] And I've come so far