Dens

not tryna be a conscious rapper,

just wanna get the commas racking with my knocking racket,

brought the ruckus, tough cats turn to kittens,

I could kill them with a rough drafts that I've written



always sober cuz my dome is sacred,

rope around the necks of rappers since they've known the flow tenacious,

my radius vacant from complacency,

my avg. is A you C

which means you mediocre,

don't touch like heated folgers,



he's the most rancid rapid quick to splat your clique and craft the spit to grab your chick, nigga you'll get you'll get your rations gripped

passionate with rapping shit is madness when he hear the beat,

they fear defeat its imminent,

strapped with a spear you'll meet demise when I arrive,



you're like 9 drive bys at five guys, blind and crash, a tragedy,

mass catastrophe, while you passing trees im classic breeding

keep your cheap flask you'll need it,



dripping villainous literature,

can you get the picture,

damage critical, cams shit pitiful?

na never that (4x)



been hungry son my stomach rumbling,

come and get your lungs punctured,

the odor pungent from the corpse who left the motor running,

rupture structures when my foot passes the door border,

poor in acting cordial, my nigga your act is spoiled,



foil plans, damn get a fresher gimmick, or mimick this the grit that's been missing,

getting digits from the chicks and shit they dig the kid,

like the cast of holes, tell your pastor to give up cash or pass the gold



lines go over heads like it's tired of being under words,

consumption of the herb not ever once done but never heard,

a guru dope as 36 coke trails, with no coat tailing,

your boasting failing in being sick, You carry ailments,



left with mic right to chest like the pledge of allegiance,

on a quest of eating, ants bow when I bless the cement,

slaving for gold chains like we made no progression,

we ain't since the Caucasian still bold with weapons,



Hook





Topaz



I miss being a child and acting wild with the homies,

as I get older my days grayscale im more lonesome,

plumped on the carpet, write a bar prolly trash it,

I blame some of the things in my life on my fathers absence,



moms job ain't doing much, my pipe dreams look impossible,

constantly hopping obstacles, tryna expand my options dude,

pressure to do well so much that I'm losing it,

don't ask me bout a new track soon, I'm cooling,



stitching different sounds together hoping it'll come out better,

my amount of cheddar is in the red so I neglect my debit,

my peers ain't hearing the pain,

they just tryna get a feel if it bangs,



then it's cool, if not, shit out their system,

like they don't really listen,

my patience thin as shit, so my actions quick and dismissive

my lady saying wait your time will make it's way,

doesn't seem so so it's safe to say



Hook

why try (x2)

all the time im thinking

why try (x2)

*repeat again*



I put emotion into what I write,

trying out of spite to shine,

bright as heavens lights,

my mind roam into the darkest places, out in public shit is awkward in some cases,

gift and a curse it's like a love for hatred,



got people always asking cam when's your next show,

they flexed and never came I had to let go,

time is all I got so if you wasting mine,

I might catch a case cuz I cannot afford to play with you,

promise I got things to do



all the people that I know are always blowing herb wow,

connections caught turbulence since I convert it to words now,

so I'm absent of their acts that they're avid of,

I'd rather rap than pass and burn, shit I know I'll catch an earning,



sticking to this notepad,

style of dressing is low class,

locals know I'm so rad,

dropping gems spitting topaz,

chips for the betting putting it on the line,

even if I might not get by

but contemplating



why try(hook)