Jay Seth & Schillo - DIADEM (feat. Chron Burgundy & bennythwala)

Feelin' like every day is my Earth Day
Sword swing with what the word say
Leave egos in the worst way
Pablo's funeral, I'm even dope on my worst day
Penny for your thoughts when the verbs spray
So street philosophy is where the purse stay
Clouds in the air with the purp blazed
Body the beat and let the hearse sway
But wait bru, all games aside
My business is loyalty, forget fame and pride
Better hope your mouth is not where my name resides
Not everybody's patience is the same as mine
So break bread and deflect petty rumors
Pride in the head like deadly tumors
I speak less and move very fluent
It's dangerous to sleep on me like Freddy Krueger
Hey, hey, young bru, don't shit where you sleep
I've been up and down with my dudes in the streets
Along the way I met a lot of enemies
Fame don't tame what's inside of me
We stay low-key, grind for the cheese
Lord, don't let my demons come and get a hold of me
Let this pen of mine write facts when it bleeds
I hope the fame don't tame what's inside of me
It's uncanny when I murder a verse
I'm spitting rhymes in revolutions that be turning the earth
Burning the herb, while my pen stays discerning my worth
Cause every move's a chain reaction when I'm merging the words
I done mastered the classes and you still learning the terms
So when I bust, I'm sonning rappers like the journey of sperm
And all the verses I serve is what they researching at CERN
Cause my flow causing lobotomies like the purple I burn
These rhyme sayers got Einstein intelligence
We dropping mad science with primetime developments
Eloquent, hungry for fine dining elegance
While torching mad mics for the five shining elements
I keep it fresh and you know that my Nike's the flyest
A backpacking rapper who likes to ignite the writers
While giving Gingivitis to types who try to bite this
I'm sharper than a slice from a knife from Michael Myers
Hey, hey, young bru, don't shit where you sleep
I've been up and down with my dudes in the streets
Along the way I met a lot of enemies
Fame don't tame what's inside of me
We stay low-key, grind for the cheese
Lord, don't let my demons come and get a hold of me
Let this pen of mine write facts when it bleeds
I hope the fame don't tame what's inside of me

Written by:
Benny Thwala, Chron Burgundy, Jeremy Kroutz

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