The Box
VERSE 1
Blast their rules of existence
Call me Mr connor feel like I lead a resistance
Terminating the plots and schemes thought up
And coughed out by these lifeless machines amidst us

I ain't even sign them but they sound like broken records
Same thing everyday boy you ain’t balling you are reckless
Five hundred thousand for the wristwatch and golden Necklace
But you still dey owe your producer for your last studio session

Lol, Well done sir
I see you living in the fast lane super star
Champagne in the morning for the hangover
Chuck some deuces for the honeys See you later alligsators

Yeah, I could sound like that
But I ain't trynna be the self crowned king of rap
Some two dimensional character generating bars
If all I had to offer where dope lines I'd go sell crack




VERSE 2
They be like
Damn Bruh, Men you sound good
Which bars you drink from, where you dey find food
Who you listen to abeg, wetin you sample
Cos this your style na prototype, E be like example

Then they drop their voices all conspiratory like
Like We a bunch of gossiping housewives
And be like, guy walahi tallahi you dope
But no body go pay shishi for this your style

If I had a dime for every single time I’ve heard that
Bill-gates would have some serious competition
Man I know I rhyme right, I don't doubt that
I ain't gotta prove myself through frivolous competition

The Money and the fame's gon come and I'll receive that
But that ain't the reason that I rhyme better believe that
The money and the fame gon come and I'll receive that
But that is not the reason why I rhyme don't doubt that

VERSE 3
I’m out the box without permission
Y’all would loose your value if you ain't in mint condition
You stuck in four square you struggle with sixteens
I’m micheal angelo I'm painting the ceiling of sistines

You are scared, that the fans won't listen
Can't you see you in a prison of their acceptance
Y’all are seeking validation in the art
You've got it all wrong you put your horse behind your cart

See the created should always get it's value from it's creator
Otherwise we'd all be a bunch of God Impersonators
Doing anything judt to hear our names chanted in a chorus
They'd have the power to break us if they were the ones that made us

But it's not meant to be, No It's not meant to be
Somehow we replaced greatness with celebrity
End up staring in the mirror at faceless entities
They might call you kings you know you just crowned wannabes

What do you want to be, What were you made to be
Where others found life man you could find a cemetery
So break their rules let's remix this business
Stop living life checking of their wish list
See I'm gon push this
Till I see chains broken off like biscuits
Till hope is the only drug left on these streets
Treat the game like steaks on a grill and flip this, Let's re-script this

Why can't ladies be ladies and let dogs be bitches
More Creative with these bars get less descriptive
Really don't wanna hear about them girls statistics
Get a grip on yourself man you ain't got no haters

We've got the power to redefine realities
Mess with the cosmos and legislate the galaxies
Do you really wanna live your whole life under lock and key
When you and I could rid this crazy world of it's malady?