Am - Journey lyrics

[Produced by illucid] [Verse 1: AM] I never would've guessed that I'd be doing this sh** And I'd never woulda knew who I'd be doing it with The crudest of gifts, my role is just as good as it gets But that's not true if unless, I continue to progress I've proved that I wreck, but I'm just one, speck to this mess My rhymes suppress the worst feelings of civil unrest You're getting the jist, no need to add no more to this list Record the track, and after the beat is in bits The creed is in full effect, but one the brain can't detect I'm ripping 'em up like the sheet isn't intact I'm tactical, logical decision without being practical Practically the disciple of Heraclitus You cannot deceive, I'm not fooled by your facade to double dip My words are those you would dig through rubble with The ears listen to length but never width My theme now is benevolent Immerse yourself in the sounds of eloquence, [come on] You know you can't get enough of this [Break] [Verse 2: AM] Can you really see what we're scheming, we're dreaming Eating with the higher powers, who's powers are still lesser than ours Training for hours, already devoured those of higher prowess They cower to the greatness of A.M Now you get what I'm say-in Everyday that I'm praying, I'm asking for greatness Even though some of my bars may seem that of a satanist I guarantee that I'm sane, my brain is compelled to delve into Staying out of my lane, and more explosive than the nukes Hiding out inside the Ukraine I'm a rapping Bruce Wayne, Batmane You n***as still fishing for answers In the arcade crane game I don't wanna be me for a day, let's trade names Let me walk a day in your shoes So I can determine how many times your destined to lose I must've lit a fuse, your head's going up in the fumes Let me stop, I've mopped the floor enough now the 8 Immortals the broom Rap like I'm over-dosing on shrooms Bring about the evident doom Apocalypse to your residence, whom Dares to challenge the words I choose to diffuse To make listeners think, to be no longer confused Never prolong it, to seem that much of a sonnet I've came to just bomb it Harder that the lip balm shared between A dead Osama, with Obama chilling in the Bahamas Talking about if peace could ever be accomplished I've dropped it, now I hope your brain isn't hurting I'm more than grateful to say, "I'm glad you came with me on this journey"