Beakin - Rattle Lyrics

He was blazing a trail
Out on his own
Raising the sail
Grazing on kale
Racing up a mountain
To get some air
Displacement to avail
Disgrace me to my tail
They'll praise you to your face
Then behind your back
Pray you fail

Tell me I ain't it
Crucify, blame and shame him
Judge me
You don't know me, chill

You'll be eating your words
When I'm on the top lonely
That's how it goes
They hold ya then they flip

They'll never respect ya
Till you're big
She'll only love ya
When you're rich
They'll go to the club stiff
Not dance and pose for pics

Wasting my time
Will get you snipped
I'm running with scissors
I wish you all would just zip it

Earn your stripes
'Fore you dish it
Bred different
Got one foot in the old school
And one in the age
Of the internet

Generation in between
Let's take it back
Before everyone went bitch

Remember backyard football
When we would actually hit?
Nights of video games
And ding dong ditch
When no one would dare snitch
We were a bunch of pricks
Misfits sick as shit
Amateur jiujitsu
Parents pissed
At the blood on the carpet
Aw shit

Beer ball at the parties
Mohawk to piss 'em of worse
Than the Christians would be
If I did some witch shit
In the church on the alter
I get real close
Then become more bonkers
Every bond's a curse

My bandwidth spans
From highly advanced
To so god damn immature

Yeah
Put a mother f*cking hand up
If you're down with us
All out, all in, chips fall
I was never bluffing

Looks like
I'm removing the front
And going back to my old self
For a moment
Just to reintegrate
A couple behaviors
You thought I lost it?
Hater
Getting lazy's hard to imagine
Playing passive
Only got me my ass kicked

We got more bars in the bag
Than trick-or-treat
And more beats
Than a heart attack
Buddhist views
But could chew through you
Like Bugs Bunny
Gnawing a carrot
Too cuckoo
To stand with the average

Time to shatter
All potential comparisons
And there could never
Be a stand-in
And I ain't listening to shit

I'm on my own dick
And I kiss my own ass
Intention and patience
With an ambition to bounce

It honestly feels
Like I'm a pool dolo
Splashing around
I have never tried to be cool
So why would I start now?

It's something in the rhythm
That gets 'em
Might I be so brash to mention?
Make room
For Da Staff in your collection

Recollection
Finna have you spitting
Earworms every couple seconds
Yes sir
F*ck a hook in this bitch
I just said some shit
To get it started

Might've displayed a pathetic
Arsenal demonstration
But I ain't in this
For weapon raising
This was meant for elevation
And I'm keeping the intention
Pardon Beakin leaking venom
Let it breathe
And feed your energy

For the better
In your spiritual endeavors
There's no god
It's just a thing
To describe synchronicities
And connection
I bit the kabob
Ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da
I grew up beat-boxing

So f*ck English
Corrupt linguist
System's nemesis
Interrupted sentences
Coming to get it
I'm gonna need a couple beats
Just like this