Crucible

RA:

Hush, rustle in the leaves, make believers mouthing off again
I’mma make believers outta all of them
Saw the pen to pieces, it bleeds – it’s of the living kind
Treat it with respect with respect to the civilized
Yesteryear I pressed to hear Mr. X up in your intros
Send those messages via text, lesser info
Beam me up, Bluetooth flashy
Automatic transmission can’t diminish my savvy
These are hundred-dollar jeans, hundred-dollar jeans, man
Stylin’ on the aisle do my part-of-sin charter CSPAN
Anchor dropped, dead center – none of y’all can move me
Your defendant’s plain if aint no pendant on the jewelry
Aint no sinners in the jury box? Toss the flurry of rocks
And watch the couriers scurry to turn a profit off a
Potshot right from the sniper of DCCL (750)
Suffice to say they don’t aim well


CHORUS:


Aiyo the game seen it comin’ so the hunt’s unfair
Tap the power from the one-two and run it through the chair
Tell the cult they are leaderless, only option now
Is to wait for them to bow
Anything you say can and will be used against you
Broke the unspoken, yeah I know you never meant to
Fire in the crucible, crown melted down
Now who’s turn is it to bow?

GEOLOGIC:

Aiyo, the music was not made for savin' you
It's what you do when the record stops playin'
Who woulda knew a couple dudes from the '80s groove
To spit the truth in the booth and get praises
Plus the hate that brews ain't nathin' new
Cause no matter what you say they fi'n to label you
Got something in two-thousand-and-eight to prove
But I wouldn't cast a ballot if they paid me to
I played it cool like Prince in a paisley suit
Made it rain hella purple like we played the U
Made for you, but suits tend to blame us too
Sayin' we takin' jobs but we're lazy too
So we had to take it back to my days in school
Watchin' BADLZONE, Rise Crew and Bainful Brew
But who made the rules if we were made to lose
We just scholars and a market in a change pursuit


CHORUS