Rockland's Finest Video (MV)

I own this local rap game
You own a pharmacy
Don't think you're hard if you can't voyage past this odyssey
And all I know is that I think it's such an oddity
That you're the one we got when we were flexing foreign policies
I never freestyle, but writing lyrics ain't that hard for me
I wrote this out to you so I could articulate it properly
We come from different places, we don't share the same philosophies
I work for play, you play for work. I take what the music offers me. I'm
I'm sitting in a dark room but the lights are on
You're stricken with a harpoon when I write these songs
My mind is ripe with these lines you call
Some righteous Reich. You're not right nor wrong
My life is like a thrill ride with all
These priceless fights and insight you want
In spades. You want to take a gaze at my insane brain that I vacate just to stay safe?
I'm falling for a fake in a great dame's cape. Want to take a taste? Be my playmate?
You say I'm too deep?
What? Are my lyrics too intricate?
Rhythm shifts every minute if that
But quicker is more consistent
I have a point to make
You have a joint to take
A poised mistake with
Your toys are basic
Rocking only with some YouTube-made shit
Get yourself a producer credit
Admittedly, I did it too, but now my melodies and my rhythms are vetted inside
The melancholic entrance of my room and cerebellum
And even prior still, I knew how to send an
MC back where they came from with my game, son

I'm constantly rocking the spot of a boss
You're probably lost on a company's cock
You want to be marketed off like a hog
To a farmer and not to push art 'til it stops
It's evolving. Commenting topics you offer
Is so often done it's not worth it to call it
This is for all who say local is awful
We're here to push limits. You're stuck on some lost shit
You don't know half the things we plan to do
With the projects we put out. We're a xanadu
You're a spectator wishing you could channel through
To us and bring us down, but you can't handle you
You're the one stopping yourself from advancing
Open your mind to the sound and keep dancing
If you keep waiting you'll run out of chances
To support your friends and be left in the sand drift

Maybe this high would be better if I wasn't sober
I'll take lucky clover and try to get some f*cking closure
What I like is something older, but I'm not just a one piece boulder
I have my mask of happiness but don't think my cup runneth over
So it's nothing most would worry about, but my shit's a wreck
I call to you, but I can't say it all in a 15 minute set
Is this vintage yet? I'm bringing shit to the river's edge
Stop before I slit your neck
Everybody hit the deck