Dilations and Credentials

[Verse 1] All My peeps know that peaks keeps the peace, he don’t keep a piece He just peeks in these peak streets peaceably He ain’t even reaching his peak, still it’s peak for these Allegedly ready semi-competitors that seek to beef When I speak the heat I’m showing you the meaning of fire I’ll take you higher, with a bud I get wiser, no cider _So let me cypher with my ego: I’m lonely on my steelo Reaching meanings I can’t see when I don’t blow the weed smoke Fuck acceptance, I’d rather get access To maths steps allowing me to pause and equate I’m seeking success, so I suck sess, until I’m drugless Dip it in the ink and bring my thoughts into space I’ve got discrepancies to settle with heralds above the my head though _I’ve been a rebel against the senate from get go _They want my penance but I ain’t settled correct so I’m working on my etiquette, set to get me my checks rolled [Hook] When I speak to my girl, -all I get is stress When I speak to myself, -all I get is mess When I speak to my money all I’m getting is depressed But when I speak to my weed, all I’m getting is a rest When I speak to my girl, -all I get is stress When I speak to myself, -all I get is mess When I speak to my money all I’m getting is depressed When I speak to my weed, brother this is what she says [Bridge] Smoke, read, and understand They aren't doing anything original, your idols When you want answers, ask them to yourself, and you will find them there But when you wanna hear that real shit, come to us [Verse 2] Around the area the only fiscal policy is robbery No comfort zones, people find their solace in me ‘Cos working honestly for free doesn’t appeal to the working class Learning fast how to sell product is worth a pass So instead of A Levels, everybody breaks pebbles Looking up to fake role models, thinking they’re hard And from a young age, the mentality, is to get rich quick And flip bricks, instead of trynna study a craft So while the teachers try and fail to encourage the youths There’s only so much a grown up can back up with proof Without another gangbanger making shit more confused And painting pictures of despair, adding to the illusion All these monetary needs cause hypocrisy and greed To point where your honesty is obvious as weak Whether you chose not to see, or you actually can’t There’s no denying Zion once you walk the London city streets I spoke to the lords. (inhale) And discovered an anomaly offered me the utensils Credentials, obtainable simply with pen and pencils, now _ I’ve got Cerberus bowing down to my law _While this pro’s flipping prose on Profound’s produckle The foes know my poetry’s subtle, My flows scuffle For me, Cutting the wire to their absurd lies -Young Ghandi showed you the meaning of third eye [Hook]