Hunger Shit

[Intro: The Cool Quest] Life is a question, my answers are in the book I'm tryna show 'em to the world but they're shook Nobody wanna hear the truth, niggas always fearing proof I need a new solution, dilluting my doubts within margins Far within the midst of greatness, they're caught in the mist of lateness That's why they're forever hating, say hold up, I'm never waiting There's nothing worth debating The shit I be demonstrating seems to always be complacent [Chorus: The Cool Quest] Kingsbridge, Fordham Side 183, Burnside 76, Mount Eden, '70, '67 '61 Yankee Stadium, we all up in that bitch yo [Verse 1: The Cool Quest] Clever you see me, they bump me trying to be me Hoes fuckin' me like they need me, I freeze 'em Past I breeze em, fuck with my ideology Prophecy, a diamond piece, bitch that looks like Delilah Bad for me but she's fire, while I'm lighting fire Heinekens I acquire and guzzle until I'm quiet Passed out on the couch, drool around my mouth I'm gone Middle of the party, next to a bitch look like Nia Long My freedom song, smoking a blunt, reading psalms Pretending I'm religious, relating statistics to fiction Staring at pictures like "that's art kid, I see that" Hoes on they kneecaps, they know we just be that..we at [Chorus] [Verse 2] I heard you ain't shit, nor your mama Talking shit, well that's karma Fuck all the drama, I'm livin' Pissin in grass of project courtyards Moet in the crib on chill Save it for your girl whenever she wanna chill Small time nigga, and I'm just talkin' about your tiny watch She rockin, booty shorts saturated spots in the crotch When I spit my life, I ain't about spittin game These niggas all the same, limited lames, gimmicks for fame And I'm lame, come again? Pain ain't cheap, I got the costly scars Yet no flossy cars, or gorgie broads But I ain't discouraged, I drop slugs from my head shotty Dead grotty how these rappers swear they got it Lyrical Glocks, putting spherical shots in your logic Tryna dumb it down, that's proposterous, fuck outta here [Chorus]