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Pardon Me

 

Pardon Me

(альбом: Unlearning, Vol. 1 - 2021)


One, two
One, two, three, four

I just take it
They've been waiting for their time, contemplating
Dealing with latent issues
Dealing with other shit that ain't come into fold
'Til they went too far and they had already done sold they soul
It's all gangster shit they're doing from the top down to the bottom floor
Sea level
Low pass when I see treble
Third life, how I see eras and be rebels
Be focused
I mean, I've seen enough to know when they ain't being honest with me
I'm honorary, falling outside of a box
And if they try to put my back against a wall then the problems vary
Enough is enough, rolling up on me
Then I'm rolling up my cuffs
If we scrap I'd rather lose, than I bluff, tough
Hard act to follow in this little shop of horrors
You ain't promised tomorrow
I'm just getting started
Old head still getting carded
Never written off or disregarded
Guess I'm just an artist
I still paint like it's different drawings
It's where the art is
Locked in to get my pardon

Pardon me
Pardon me

I ain't good with sixteen, I need some more to spit
Beat bleeding, I ain't over it, nothing corporate
Incorporate what I learned and pay the mortgages
Never forfeiting or forbidding what the greatness of my aura is
I'm orbiting, my son gave me more living
Needed time to get it right 'cause I was tour-ridden
Played the backseat just to get more driven
Cut a rug and cut more ribbons
Grand openings, celebrations
I ain't walking nothing back that I said
Only accelerating, moving forward
Goal that I'm moving toward
Where I wanted to be is where I fell in place in
Existence, speak it into
On my Yoda, on my Guru
Hard to earn, but I make my quota
Learned my lesson, cheffing, no baking soda
The time that I'm investing make me take it over

Pardon me
Pardon me (Pardon me)
Pardon me

You know, there's the, there's the three stages I talk about
The creative, the creative, uh, sequence
The first stage is imitation
I don't care who you are, where you come from
I don't care if you're a artist, poet, I mean musician, poet, you a painter, sculptor
There's somebody that you see and you say, "Damn I want to do it just like that"
So you pretty much imitate, that's your first, that's your first guide
Then somewhere along there you develop, uh, what I call a passage to emulation
Now what, what do I mean by that?
You still have that other person
You know, that is your main influence
But you're starting to find a little bit of yourself
And if you're fortunate enough, you go to the third stage, innovation
That's when you establish who you are

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