The Company (feat. Kembe X)

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge] Just shut your mouth, take a walk Pump up the volume of sacred law Lost in a whirlwind, tossing and turning Shake it off until the break of dawn Take the charge, worry later Encourage haters to return the favor When I raise the bar, learn the name Cause Terminal K no perfect stranger Roll in a hoopty, hoping to soon be a '74 Impala Like Kembe I'm known to holler so "let me hold that dollar" Now my pockets low on cash, I'm that pothead stole your stash Started what's hardly a movement of choosing knowledge over swag Bird-dogging chicks and banging beaver Finna take a breather when I'm slanging reefer Just to burn the profits, optimistic God forbid the politics is plain as zebras Black and white, map the night Pass the mic so don't ask 'em twice All I'mma offer is bad advice Cause I already got me an ass to wipe (Nauseous) You make me wanna vomit, bitch Erasing all your documents I been through the wire, it's Louis Cypher They saying "What the H-E-double hockey sticks?" Head locked in a prison, prophetic wisdom Rock to the rhythm - Forth and back Want you to swing cuz they cork the bat Not gonna give anymore than that [Hook] Never alone, set it in stone Ready to go on a journey To the underneath, but I'm gonna need A little company, who's finna come with me? Said it before, never alone Ready to go on a journey To the underneath, but I'm gonna need A little company, who's finna come with me? [Verse 2: Kembe X] Taking niggas back to the basement When a nigga mind trip to get my shit aligned Figured I was hit inclined, fifteen, school been fucked up For life, gimp out and the tool get upped'd Fools didn't trust it, righteous in life is a price You can pay to live life as you like it Prices, the vices, the wish - big change Been slave to them, fuck minds screamin' them lames Titties in my phone like I'm a fucking menace to my own right Tight, I even get it when I don't write Sittin' in a room full of niggas that I don't like Busted cause we don't fight A lone night turn lives into fable Stone, flip one, get a price on the table Go get some, nigga life ain't gon' pay you For bitching and moaning and cry everyday I fall asleep with my third eye open Envisioning the world in my palm On the tips of my grip, got a bitch on my dick With her eyes on my fist cause she heard I'm holding Shut the fuck up with all that talking shit I thought I told you that, quit tryna hold me back Next bitch is stuck up will never walk again I took her head and her heart cause she owed me that Uh, trippin' off what's packed in a bong Don't choke, if you don't, then you're smacking it wrong Go broke over gold cause my mind says shiny Chrome fo-fo for when times get grimy To blast it or not is my question, I'm the astromanaut of my session It's fat asses and pot in my session, flexin' Village triple 7 is my brethren, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Acumental] It's a pilgrimage, I'mma kill you, bitch Leaving enemies dead in the wilderness So underground I can't find the dirt Behind the curtain, blind to what life is worth All in, pressin' my luck I'm possessed and I give far less than a fuck Head full of fluff, big chest when I puff At the gentlemen's club 'til I'm left with a buck Scribble notes in calligraphy I go ham when I smoke that hickory An emcee most cats ain't fit to be But peep game, people can't say shit to me Cause I counterblast 'em in a louder fashion While I pound an absinthe in a crowded tavern Got an ounce of grass and a mound of hash The astounding rapper, turn a frown to laughter Weed in my sock at the court like feed me the rock Pump-fake, pop, sink a shot Believe it or not, I been thinking a lot 'Bout whether my malevolence will leave me to rot Cause it happened to her and it happened to him It'll happen to me, it'll happen again Got a baggie of weed in my cabinetry That I grab when I need to relax for a bit The ferocious, slow-motion, lookin' fresh in my old clothes If hope floats, you can bet I'm sinkin' Most folks don't know what the hell I'm thinking 'bout On a trip from the crust to the core Drop a disc and you rush to the store Bust in your door Cups of Malört We complacent with less, but accustomed to more... [Hook]