The Palmer Squares - The Company (feat. Kembe X) lyrics

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge] Just shut your mouth, take a walk Pump up the volume of sacred law Lost in a whirlwind, tossing and turning Shake it off until the break of dawn Take the charge, worry later Encourage haters to return the favor When I raise the bar, learn the name Cause Terminal K no perfect stranger Roll in a hoopty, hoping to soon be a '74 Impala Like Kembe I'm known to holler so "let me hold that dollar" Now my pockets low on cash, I'm that pothead stole your stash Started what's hardly a movement of choosing knowledge over swag Bird-dogging chicks and banging beaver Finna take a breather when I'm slanging reefer Just to burn the profits, optimistic God forbid the politics is plain as zebras Black and white, map the night Pa** the mic so don't ask 'em twice All I'mma offer is bad advice Cause I already got me an a** to wipe (Nauseous) You make me wanna vomit, b**h Erasing all your documents I been through the wire, it's Louis Cypher They saying "What the H-E-double hockey sticks?" Head locked in a prison, prophetic wisdom Rock to the rhythm - Forth and back Want you to swing cuz they cork the bat Not gonna give anymore than that [Hook] Never alone, set it in stone Ready to go on a journey To the underneath, but I'm gonna need A little company, who's finna come with me? Said it before, never alone Ready to go on a journey To the underneath, but I'm gonna need A little company, who's finna come with me? [Verse 2: Kembe X] Taking n***as back to the basement When a n***a mind trip to get my sh** aligned Figured I was hit inclined, fifteen, school been f**ed up For life, gimp out and the tool get upped'd Fools didn't trust it, righteous in life is a price You can pay to live life as you like it Prices, the vices, the wish - big change Been slave to them, f** minds screamin' them lames Titties in my phone like I'm a f**ing menace to my own right Tight, I even get it when I don't write Sittin' in a room full of n***as that I don't like Busted cause we don't fight A lone night turn lives into fable Stone, flip one, get a price on the table Go get some, n***a life ain't gon' pay you For b**hing and moaning and cry everyday I fall asleep with my third eye open Envisioning the world in my palm On the tips of my grip, got a b**h on my dick With her eyes on my fist cause she heard I'm holding Shut the f** up with all that talking sh** I thought I told you that, quit tryna hold me back Next b**h is stuck up will never walk again I took her head and her heart cause she owed me that Uh, trippin' off what's packed in a bong Don't choke, if you don't, then you're smacking it wrong Go broke over gold cause my mind says shiny Chrome fo-fo for when times get grimy To blast it or not is my question, I'm the astromanaut of my session It's fat a**es and pot in my session, flexin' Village triple 7 is my brethren, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Acumental] It's a pilgrimage, I'mma k** you, b**h Leaving enemies dead in the wilderness So underground I can't find the dirt Behind the curtain, blind to what life is worth All in, pressin' my luck I'm possessed and I give far less than a f** Head full of fluff, big chest when I puff At the gentlemen's club 'til I'm left with a buck Scribble notes in calligraphy I go ham when I smoke that hickory An emcee most cats ain't fit to be But peep game, people can't say sh** to me Cause I counterblast 'em in a louder fashion While I pound an absinthe in a crowded tavern Got an ounce of gra** and a mound of hash The astounding rapper, turn a frown to laughter Weed in my sock at the court like feed me the rock Pump-fake, pop, sink a shot Believe it or not, I been thinking a lot 'Bout whether my malevolence will leave me to rot Cause it happened to her and it happened to him It'll happen to me, it'll happen again Got a baggie of weed in my cabinetry That I grab when I need to relax for a bit The ferocious, slow-motion, lookin' fresh in my old clothes If hope floats, you can bet I'm sinkin' Most folks don't know what the hell I'm thinking 'bout On a trip from the crust to the core Drop a disc and you rush to the store Bust in your door Cups of Malört We complacent with less, but accustomed to more... [Hook]