Dreadful Operator - Reworking Lyrics

Boom to the bap let me get a soul clap
Boom bap let me get a soul clap
Boom to the bap let me get a soul clap
Boom bap let me get a soul (clap)

On the grind noon to nine 365 plus in my spare time I'm hustlin for nickels and dimes
I'm never be satisfied with the consolation prize
Calm the vibe, con the mind catch 'em with the blindside
Underground on the rise aimin for the night sky I'ma let sun do his thing
I aint tryin to out shine
But when it's my time for the lime gimme mine!
The way that my design align Operator's prime
Which means that I'm the only thing by which I can divide
And can't nobody come and poach at this lion's pride
My approach applies to the sleep deprived
With the crimson eyes clot in the carotid cuttin off the blood supply
Oxygen deprived, thrashin grasping for life passionate despite the absence of flight
Grounded, poundin pavement claimin payments with patience
Metaphorical oracle but the 'tude is blatant
Crude pullin a coup without a crew or a clue
Tryin not to brood or look down at my shoes
Or get stuck in the muck I'm trudging thru budging these boulders
Bludgeoning till I'm black and blue
Break em down until every stone is managable no more mumblin somethin thats intangeble
I speak with my chest bass in my voice proud of the choice gettin grown now don't call me boy
Coy like Hank Mc employ the stank pit funky flow dank spit thankful for the thankless
The lack of praise is the pat on the back I'll take flack only distracts from why I click clack
Jot facts and jog back through fogged paths in all caps takin a red pen to wrong math
Revisit revise exhibit the signs I'm finding out all about what's really up in the skies

I'm older than I've ever been
I'm bigger than ever was
If I knew then what I know right now
It still wouldn't of been enough
Some mistakes you gotta make
Some falls you gotta take
What really matters at the end of the day is that you face it and don't be afraid

Working harder than hammers to bang on a canvas that's felt instead of viewed like a blind man
Gettin tattooed type of Titan with a right hand like a loose noose giving second chance to
Any trifling stifling rude type of dude cause who am I to judge I'm not standing up above
Eye to eye level with incredible devils and reputable rebels who meddle with deadly metals
Gas pedal go with the flow quit pumpin the breaks jumpin over nothing high strung for low stakes
My breath rate placate my brethren yet again temp fate jump straight off a cliff and levitate
From now until the sideways figure eight I demonstrate how to radiate in the laziest way
Cause efficient is the mission so listen to my non fiction fission within tradition is a given

I'm older than I've ever been
I'm bigger than ever was
If I knew then what I know right now
It still wouldn't of been enough
Some mistakes you gotta make
Some falls you gotta take
What really matters at the end of the day is that you face it and don't be afraid

Boom bap let me get a soul clap
Boom to the bap let me get a soul clap
Boom bap let me get a soul clap
Boom to the bap let me get a soul