Crumbs in Every Bag - Epic Beard Men, Sage Francis, B. Dolan

Yo, I’m gonna ride this beat

Straight to beat street

Let’s do it

Crumbs

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Friends: how many of us watched it?

Epic Beard Men was on our Joey and Ross shit

Soon as the needle dropped the whole party said ‘Aw, shit'

And turned the kitchen to a mosh pit

The hock & spit will kill a hostage to send a message!

Raw shit!

You get rewarded for your investment!

Law giver!

Yeah the songs written with protection!

Hard hitting

Been giving kids they lessons in independence

The twin professors wrecking your shop!

We look alike

We get it a lot

He’s sort of a Kirk

He’s more of a spock

There is no good cop

The city’s on lock

No ease up

No chill (chill)

No mood stabilizer no sleeping pill (ill)

Nah no white rappers with a grill looking awkward also

Sit em next to Kendall Jenner with them awesome cornrows

Don’t watch award shows

Strictly writin' raps with the door closed

Using the high hats to send a message in Morse Code…

Dag

There’s crumbs in every bag!

Crumbs

Crumbs

Crumbs

There’s crumbs in every bag

The greedy want the crumbs too living so comfortably numb

The seeds and the stems, comfortably dumb

Typing with no opposable thumbs

Their brains not even grown up enough to process the wordplay

Get high, have fun, how dare they

Beware my, terrifying, skill display

Fill the frame from margin to margin

With a novel antic witty writing from left to right with a quill in my grip

The puppy’s head tilt

What is this I see?

It’s the artifact

Nowadays they be try hard to get stared at when all we had to was just be in

the room to get glared at

With that test no longer existing

These kids they go fishing, their soul is the bait

The poetry’s missing, I feel like I’m late

But the party never invited me, so I’m great

Status quo but that is broke forever braids

But the machine is broken, so we climb the cage

Won’t let sour milk, define my age

I like to mumble and freestyle and get mega paid

But I respect the process and not the game

I medusa play

Want my cake and eat it too

It takes two to tang-OH man you need a shrink

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Crumbs

There’s crumbs in every bag

There’s giants in our midst with walnuts for brains

On some futuristic Kama Sutra shit

We’re all fucked the same

I got too much to lose and not much to gain

But on a dare I’ll say poo to your career, frame by frame

See, this is where his walnut got cracked for talkin' smack

Got splattered all on his wifey’s lap and pillbox hat

The kid pops back

But we’re from (chill)

There’s a sniper in the hills pickin' off crumbs with spearguns

I like guns more than control but I like gun control

I don’t need a background check to grab your neck and pluck your soul (Behold!)

This ghostly figure whose host was quicker to roast a kid instead of showing

support like post a sticker

(The up-and-comer came to get down!)

They wouldn’t let ‘im shine

They threw shade on a sage, and now?

There’s a dumpster fire fueled by umps at a empire

They expected us to use our last breath to pump their tires

Shoulda checked the pressure gauge (You woulda been amazed!)

On the seventh day?

(You rested)

I was center stage (Etta James!)

They signed my yearbook like, ‘Never change'

Bitch, if I ain’t different the next time you see me set me ablaze

So I can go out smoking… and firing

Fuse my ashes into the nastiest and bloodiest of diamonds

Proposed to my ex (Tell her sorry for the ghosting)

I was a writer on the firestorm (and that wasn’t my final form!)

Right or wrong, if you succumb to every fad you should get dragged

There’s crumbs in every bag

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There’s crumbs in every bag

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There’s crumbs in every bag

There’s crumbs in every bag

There’s crumbs in every bag

There’s crumbs in every bag

Crumbs

There’s crumbs in every bag