Pieces of a Thesis (Feat. Abioseh)

Chorus Abioseh I'm going H.A.M., yes me, never run on empty Could've never tied me, my colour don't define me Couldn't ever try me, wouldn't take that lightly Try'na do the right thing, ain't no movie, Spike Lee Chorus Funky DL I'm coming through, yes me, and I'm sick with the beats Could've never tied me, I got my ear to the streets Couldn't ever try me, wouldn't take that lightly Try'na do the right thing, ain't nobody like we Verse One Funky DL Stonе cold verbalist, I'm writing lines like a journalist I'm sеrving this lyrical turbulence, legacy permanent Preserving this, DL affirmative, I am determining Alternatives to make the services more than conservative Disturbing the stat quo by crushing the backbone Of Rappers, so I'm unforgettable like I'm Nat Cole The facts show that Funky take it up to a plateau So if you ain't coming with the jewels then go back home And rest it, you banished to place you can't exit And desperate, but never had a clue like forensics Authentic, that means with me the facts are undisputed So nothing is diluted when I'm serving up this music Produce it, mix and arrange it and then release it And don't apologize with reasons that I sound facetious Unleash this, could never teach this, for many reasons A Rapper and a beat-smith with pieces of a thesis To keep this sticking together like we some adhesive And people nod they head to our thoughts, telekinesis Peep this, we takin' over, we supernova Specializing in communications like Motorola Don't say we never told ya', amazing like the book of Jonah My dissertation will lead you like an Ayatollah It's like a scripture, although I ain't gon' wear no toga Ain't coming closer to D and Abioseh Chorus Verse Two Abioseh I got the touch of the Midas, look me inna my iris Tell me my bars ain't the firest, I leave 'em gagging bronchitis A righteous bitch with the writing, ain't no lie, don't deny it I been on my live, work, pose, serving the finest Running up Miley no Cyrus, living life on autopilot I done been there and done that g, like the tee ain't the flyest But see I'm captain of this ship now, you could say I'm the pilot If this shit was a pilot, they'd be renewing my seasons I'm not your typical mic controller, you're gonna hear this season Hear this year, hear this decade, hear this century even see 'cos this here is a sauce you can't tweak and a sauce you can't weaken Me, I possess that weekdays and weekends And you don't wanna be on the receiving end of this lyrical beating I cannot lie, to conquer I my guy, this would be cheating You and whose army Still won't prevent I and I from eating I'll sweep up all of your new found respect and leave your so-called army fleeting And all the while I'll be cheesing, them Colgate whites'll be gleaming You see this melanin beaming, I'm try'na find me a Bimmer The perfect two-seater, one I can journey with, look back and say that's us, no Lupita Naive 'til the plot deepened, got new rules Dua Lipa Natural leader, set trends like follow the leader A product of my experiences, I'll school you like teachers This my pieces of thesis, drop the mic in this theatre Chorus Abioseh I'm going H.A.M., yes me, never run on empty Could've never tied me, my colour don't define me Couldn't ever try me, wouldn't take that lightly Try'na do the right thing, ain't no movie, Spike Lee Chorus Funky DL I'm coming through, yes me, and I'm sick with the beats Could've never tied me, I got my ear to the streets