JK1 The Supernova - Empathy

1st Verse

A word from the wise as I improvise, against trying to empathize with those scheming to enterprise
through simplified means, and fiend for nonsense as it seems,
redeeming qualities unseen, for certain, I'm questioning why it's working.
Change was never worth it, but perfect if beneficial
no matter the sacrificial misuse, of how it's issued
Taking grave issue to it, so much, I couldn't tune in
The risk of being called an old head, is nothing to it
As kid on the block, sounds from boom boxes knocking
skelly caps, with wax tops in my front pocket
rhyming for fun, and never thought about profits
A foreign concept, like niggas leaving the projects.
No honor among thieves, rolling trees in a Dutch leaf
Fuck beef, and all its components across the country
clumsy bitches twerking for attention on front street
treated like a harlot, handouts confused as funding
Fun and games, you bluffing, my poker face in this function
holding court, passing judgment on these stupid motherfuckers
Using the term lightly, despite talking politely
me beside me, and an outcome that's uninviting
I don't fuck with rappers re-inventing the wheel.
still beats & rhymes is everything, old as 2 inch reels
Lived through hard times, spill my guts on this hard drive
Working this mic all my life, you bitches part time.


2nd Verse

Star these bars hard as metal rails & I beams, shine bright as a high beam
keeping my mind clean, hygiene superior
lime green interior whip, I had to dip
and break from mass hysteria
Stereo pairs, snares eq'd, loops for eons
Various feuds, damned if I breaks bread with peons
cause these spoils be, neck and neck next to royalty
speak annoying themes, and the conversation is over b
drop these degrees, and breeze to better scenery
greenery not the best on the other side of machinery
eagerly plotting thievery, easily out of leniency
defiance is on fire, burning like how it needs to be
slow down, you doing too much, turns to not enough
fuck it I'ma jump is not a bluff
hard to believe in dreams, when nightmares are in the lead
where getting by is a state of mind too hard to conceive
talk shit to back up my attitude in this rapture
capture lightning in a bottle, a gimmick to manufacture
Factoring all factors, off side niggas with wack shit
practice makes perfect you sissy so have at it
Fly fabrics worn, and garments is never torn
build becomes born, and critics is torn like they scorned
Verbal porn, all attention is focused on this package
get your shorty open off what the God is packing

Written by:
Jasen Kabir

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Lyrics © KILLPHONIC

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