Come On - Danse

When you’re a genius, you’re alone because you’re unique

Stress be making you skinny, they ask do you eat

These niggas worshipping devils, if that’s who you seek

Watch my calligraphy boxcutter design your cheek

I gave them jewels they could rock like they favorite pair of shoes

When they don’t salute you for that is when they break the rules

Uhh, I could change the game in one bar

Verses full of whips but you never seen them in one car

My miracle pen’s inspired by lyrical men

No phony gods or fake spiritual friends, nah

I done prophecized massacres

I made the pain feel good for the masochists

I shot, the salad that they tried to make you toss

Funny shit, you still gimme your ass to kiss

Flatbush is a place for inner city dreams

And they can shoot those down aiming the illest beam

You’ve got the words to change a nation

But you’re biting your tongue

You’ve spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong

If no one ever hears it how we gunna learn your song?

So come on, come on

Come on, come on

I’m like the real life teacher from Breaking Bad

But what I’m selling these students is so they could pass

Not to the after life, to the path that’s right

So they won’t never have to bag the white

I’m a martyr and these bars’ll go on forever

Like the 8 that was worn by Gary Carter

M16 for the politics

I 50 cal Barrett the bureaucracy- ain’t nobody stopping me

Shape shifter bars lift niggas focused on dropping me

Tell them niggas drop they flag, Ed Hochuli

Most people gonna hear that and gotta Google it

Ill take the game and won’t give it back on some frugal shit

When you street smart you keep the strap lifted

But when you book-smart you can’t get blacklisted

When you both the world is yours because you that gifted

I bit my tongue too long and almost half ripped it

You’ve got the words to change a nation

But you’re biting your tongue

You’ve spent a lifetime stuck in silence afraid you’ll say something wrong

If no one ever hears it how we gunna learn your song?

So come on, come on

Come on, come on

I want to shout, I want to scream until the words dry out

So put it all on the papers, I’m not afraid

Tell them read all about it, read all about it