From the Void by HWST Lyrics
[Produced by KR∆K!]
[Intro]
[Verse One: Jahsyah]
Jet lag, plotting on the next tag
Hanging with the honeys straight and soft for a stress bag
Triumph on a fresh pack, swerving through rush hour, clutch power
Intoxicated lagers and crushed flowers
Dissecting it obsessing it alone with my trust, hours..
Tell me fall in line but ain't no time to corrupt ours
A hard jerk for artwork takes banging through the dark first
But our religions different so i double til the arc burst
The chosen, gifted, though constricted, milestone statistics
Self depicted not surprised at all when hearing sick shit
No need to beat a dead horse and paint a world conflicted
But no control on how my pen don't know it when I lift it
I took a hole and flipped it
Stood on top, turn my cup into the spot, made it science, how i do the dishes
Around the soap that never lathers niggas stuck at ladders
I gotta have it. even when impressions of it shatter
And that's love
[Verse Two: Daniel Joseph]
Going hard in the paint, got the canvas out
Shooting movies in my sleep he's so unique
He wrote a film and cut the actors out
Real dreams, realer talk
Dealing cards to kings whose jack gets the cause
Those cause, the protocol my dolo mode is poison in a solo cup
And play the wall watching wolves play the role under garbage there's gold
And i just bought a story that the devil sold his soul to the same motherfucker that he bought him from
It said "welcome to hell" before your number's up
God damn the ghetto [damn], god damn the ghetto
There's no halos on the payroll, if there is they got no say so
The greatest hoax was looking toward the future
When tomorrow's guarantee is 'bout as real as what we're used to
Four dollar bills [nah], four dollar bills
One for every dream I tried to buy for new thrills
One for the money, two for the money, three for the money
Four you know the story
[Intro]
[Verse One: Jahsyah]
Jet lag, plotting on the next tag
Hanging with the honeys straight and soft for a stress bag
Triumph on a fresh pack, swerving through rush hour, clutch power
Intoxicated lagers and crushed flowers
Dissecting it obsessing it alone with my trust, hours..
Tell me fall in line but ain't no time to corrupt ours
A hard jerk for artwork takes banging through the dark first
But our religions different so i double til the arc burst
The chosen, gifted, though constricted, milestone statistics
Self depicted not surprised at all when hearing sick shit
No need to beat a dead horse and paint a world conflicted
But no control on how my pen don't know it when I lift it
I took a hole and flipped it
Stood on top, turn my cup into the spot, made it science, how i do the dishes
Around the soap that never lathers niggas stuck at ladders
I gotta have it. even when impressions of it shatter
And that's love
[Verse Two: Daniel Joseph]
Going hard in the paint, got the canvas out
Shooting movies in my sleep he's so unique
He wrote a film and cut the actors out
Real dreams, realer talk
Dealing cards to kings whose jack gets the cause
Those cause, the protocol my dolo mode is poison in a solo cup
And play the wall watching wolves play the role under garbage there's gold
And i just bought a story that the devil sold his soul to the same motherfucker that he bought him from
It said "welcome to hell" before your number's up
God damn the ghetto [damn], god damn the ghetto
There's no halos on the payroll, if there is they got no say so
The greatest hoax was looking toward the future
When tomorrow's guarantee is 'bout as real as what we're used to
Four dollar bills [nah], four dollar bills
One for every dream I tried to buy for new thrills
One for the money, two for the money, three for the money
Four you know the story