Eligh and Epic Beard Men - Crumbs in Every Bag

Yo, I’m gonna ride this beat
Straight to beat street let’s do it
Crumbs crumbs
Crumbs

Friends: how many of us watched it?
Epic Beard Men was on our Joey and Ross shit
Soon as the needle dropped the
Whole party said ‘Aw, shit’
And turned the kitchen to a mosh pit
The hock and spit will kill a
Hostage to send a message
Raw shit! You get rewarded
For your investment!
Law giver! yeah the songs
Written with protection! Hard hitting
Been giving kids they lessons in independence

The twin professors wrecking your shop
We look alike, we get it a lot
He’s sort of a Kirk, he’s more of a Spock
There is no good cop, the city's on lock
No ease up, no chill (chill)
No mood stabilizer no sleeping pill (ill)
Nah no white rappers with a
Grill looking awkward also
Sit 'em next to Kendall Jenner
With them awesome cornrows
Don’t watch award shows
Strictly writin’ raps with the door closed
Using the high hats to send
A message in Morse Code dag
There’s crumbs in every bag

Crumbs crumbs
Crumbs there’s crumbs in every bag

The greedy want the crumbs too
Living so comfortably numb
The seeds and the stems, comfortably dumb
Typing with no opposable thumbs
Their brains not even grown up
Enough to process the wordplay
Get high, have fun, how dare they
Beware my terrifying skill display
Fill the frame from margin to margin
With a novel antic witty writing from left to
Right with a quill in my grip
The puppy’s head tilt
What is this I see? It’s the artifact
Nowadays they be try hard to get
Stared at when all we had
To was just be in the room to get glared at
With that test no longer existing
These kids they go fishing
Their soul is the bait
The poetry’s missing, I feel like I'm late

But the party never invited me, so I’m great
Status quo but that is broke forever braids
But the machine is broken
So we climb the cage
But won’t let sour milk define my age
I like to mumble and freestyle
And get mega paid
But I respect the process and not the game
I medusa play want my cake and eat it too
It takes two to tang-OH man you need a shrink
Crumbs

Crumbs there’s crumbs in every bag

There’s giants in our midst
With walnuts for brains
On some futuristic Kama Sutra shit
We’re all fucked the same
I got too much to lose and not much to gain
But on a dare I’ll Zapruder your career
Frame by frame
"See, this is where his walnut
Got cracked for talkin’ smack
Got splattered all on his wifey’s
Lap and pillbox hat" the kid pops back
"But we’re from?" (chill)
There’s a sniper in the hills
Pickin’ off crumbs with spearguns

I like guns more than control
But I like gun control
I don’t need a background check to grab
Your neck and pluck your soul (Behold)
This ghostly figure whose host
Was quicker to roast
A kid instead of showing support and, like
Post a sticker
(The up-and-comer came to get down)
They wouldn’t let him shine
They threw shade on a sage, and now?
There’s a dumpster fire fueled by
Umps of the empire
Who expected us to use our last
Breath to pump their tires
Should've checked the pressure gauge
(You would've been amazed)
On the seventh day (You rested)
I was center stage (Etta James)
They signed my yearbook like, ‘Never change!’
If I ain’t different the next time
You see meset me ablaze
So I can go out smoking…and firing
Infuse my ashes into the nastiest
And bloodiest of diamonds
Then propose to my ex
Tell her sorry for all the ghosting
I was a rider on the firestorm
(and that wasn’t my final form)
Right or wrong, if you succumb to every fad
You should get dragged
There’s crumbs in every bag

Crumbs there’s crumbs in every bag
Crumbs there’s crumbs in every bag
There’s crumbs in every bag
There’s crumbs in every bag
There’s crumbs in every bag crumbs
There’s crumbs in every bag

Written by:
BERNARD JR DOLAN, ELI NACHOWITZ, PAUL F LANDRY

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Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management

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