Palm Sunday

[Hook] It's palm Sunday, riding a beat at my feet They're throwing loose leafs they want me to freak Cuz this week my rhyme's hot, but 15 minutes is what I'm told Till I drop to the cold so watch it all unfold Like palm sunday [Verse 1] I walk lightly, slightly on this path of ink the pen shaft I sink Between the margin with my jargon so they still can't distinguish The English I broke they're busy falling from the mic Like a bike that got the spoke tripped up I ripped up The do's and don'ts breaking every single guideline And left it for them fools stuck on the sideline Thinking they're butter but they're only cookie cutters Trying to be down and fit in the mold they're bought and sold Like some pawnshop gold, I wonder when they'll learn a lesson Thinking their skills are wrapped up in their possession But the same ice the rock's the ice they slip in They're the scratch on hip-hop that got my needle skipping They need to dip in some funds and ones to buy a clue Plus a crew then I'll rip it on a topic that's new but Seriously they just got a bad rap literally pitifully Jumping onto a beat they find defeat in the end They're living pretend my words will descend While my spirit's heading home you watch it ascend I'm placing tidbits of knowledge in these college rules While you follow jewels and loot with top hats and suit You're just a prostitute selling your soul for control of the world But what's it take to realize you made the worst mistake See you can stack material but that ain't clever There's only one thing that lasts forever [Hook] [Verse 2] The crowd loved me but now I hear them screaming for Barabbas Yo it must be from the time they caught me rhyming on the Sabbath Man these kids ain't nothing but some Sadducees and Pharisees Breaking tradition's obviously grounds for heresy, comparing me To anything they can from wyclef to everlast They must be uncomfortable with the fact I'm in a class of my own With light shown to mainstream but the same thing's happening there People just love to compare but I care less I'm busy trying to bless the device With words echoing true from b-twice I'm trying to freak the metaphor but more I find myself at war With people supposed to be my family that still ain't understanding me I plan to be a man fulfilling destiny and stressing me Can't disguise the fact you'd all be falling off like leprosy Accept you see before you fall off you've got to be on You ain't at emcee status you've barely reached the peon Sending in your demos that you did on 4 track and you're first to call me wack But yo I guess you've got your back pack and shell toes With fat laces and a record done by company flow I guess that means you must know Please, you think I base my livelihood off of what you say Or rearrange my word play we can spar and make you call me sensei It's Sunday and one day I hop you see You can't live out your mic fantasies through me [Hook]