Shucking Knife by Proper Channels Lyrics
[Verse 1: Plot Device]
Stack money, blow it on utilities
Gas can, last gram, “And a philly, please”
It’s needed for stability
We got ‘em fiending, they scratching like Abilities
I think of that, then I start to feel at ease
I make what I make and give a fuck if they ain’t feeling me
If I could, I would sample my heart
The beat’s doper in that than any sample so far
Ignoring what they’re telling me, the shit that they’re selling me
I’ve watched this game long enough to know there ain’t a referee
Question the integrity of their pedigree, never let it be
Try to replicate, just accept your fate
Set the date on any phony shit you try your best to make
Approach this with the wrong intentions
Your mind on your money’s got you acting apprehensive
[Chorus: Plot Device]
You think it’s harming me? I think I’m harming you
I think that everything that you do should be hard to do
Born, torn, sworn into departing soon
World’s your oyster, but the shucking knife’s too hard to use
You think it’s harming me? I think I’m harming you
I think that everything that you do should be hard to do
Born, torn, sworn into departing soon
World’s your oyster, but the shucking knife’s too hard to use
[Verse 2: Bon Mot]
Tryna survive with rhymes, you'll say "that's adorable"
Money don't buy happiness, it just makes it affordable
I’ll package raps, export ‘em, sorta sure that you'll return ‘em in a week, with no receipt, for more ignorable
Discreet lies from neat lines of sheep I find deplorable
At the gate, sleep escapes my fellow mortals
Settle chortles from the snoring few, breach is what we're storming to
Beseech unto the horny crew, leeches of equal fortitude
Dream of keeping creeps employed on corners too
Boring dudes who never leave their homes unless they're forming feuds
Factions of wack rappers, benefactors to those hoarding food
Taking time to make sure minds are bored in school
So I seethe with anger pouring through my teeth
Believe I'm warning you
The hardest part's the darkness when the storm is brewed
No sense of direction, lessons in the shortest tunes
Inviting people over to be bored with you
[Chorus]
Yeah you think it's harming me, I think I'm harming you
I think that everything that you do should be hard to do
Born, torn, sworn into departing soon
The world's your oyster, the shucking knife's too hard to use
Yeah you think it's harming me, I think I'm harming you
I think that everything that you do should be hard to do
Born, torn, sworn into departing soon
The world's your oyster, the shucking knife's too hard to use
[Outro]
When we’re at it, we’re apt to make sure the show stays action packed
Glad we’re back, got the real heads flipping like some acrobats
Grab the Mac, stab it fast, craft a track
Grab the grass, to pack and pass
Maxin’, that’s a fact
When we’re at it, we’re apt to make sure the show stays action packed
Glad we’re back, got the real heads flipping like some acrobats
Grab the Mac, stab it fast, craft a track
Grab the grass, to pack and pass
Maxin’, that’s a fact
Stack money, blow it on utilities
Gas can, last gram, “And a philly, please”
It’s needed for stability
We got ‘em fiending, they scratching like Abilities
I think of that, then I start to feel at ease
I make what I make and give a fuck if they ain’t feeling me
If I could, I would sample my heart
The beat’s doper in that than any sample so far
Ignoring what they’re telling me, the shit that they’re selling me
I’ve watched this game long enough to know there ain’t a referee
Question the integrity of their pedigree, never let it be
Try to replicate, just accept your fate
Set the date on any phony shit you try your best to make
Approach this with the wrong intentions
Your mind on your money’s got you acting apprehensive
[Chorus: Plot Device]
You think it’s harming me? I think I’m harming you
I think that everything that you do should be hard to do
Born, torn, sworn into departing soon
World’s your oyster, but the shucking knife’s too hard to use
You think it’s harming me? I think I’m harming you
I think that everything that you do should be hard to do
Born, torn, sworn into departing soon
World’s your oyster, but the shucking knife’s too hard to use
[Verse 2: Bon Mot]
Tryna survive with rhymes, you'll say "that's adorable"
Money don't buy happiness, it just makes it affordable
I’ll package raps, export ‘em, sorta sure that you'll return ‘em in a week, with no receipt, for more ignorable
Discreet lies from neat lines of sheep I find deplorable
At the gate, sleep escapes my fellow mortals
Settle chortles from the snoring few, breach is what we're storming to
Beseech unto the horny crew, leeches of equal fortitude
Dream of keeping creeps employed on corners too
Boring dudes who never leave their homes unless they're forming feuds
Factions of wack rappers, benefactors to those hoarding food
Taking time to make sure minds are bored in school
So I seethe with anger pouring through my teeth
Believe I'm warning you
The hardest part's the darkness when the storm is brewed
No sense of direction, lessons in the shortest tunes
Inviting people over to be bored with you
[Chorus]
Yeah you think it's harming me, I think I'm harming you
I think that everything that you do should be hard to do
Born, torn, sworn into departing soon
The world's your oyster, the shucking knife's too hard to use
Yeah you think it's harming me, I think I'm harming you
I think that everything that you do should be hard to do
Born, torn, sworn into departing soon
The world's your oyster, the shucking knife's too hard to use
[Outro]
When we’re at it, we’re apt to make sure the show stays action packed
Glad we’re back, got the real heads flipping like some acrobats
Grab the Mac, stab it fast, craft a track
Grab the grass, to pack and pass
Maxin’, that’s a fact
When we’re at it, we’re apt to make sure the show stays action packed
Glad we’re back, got the real heads flipping like some acrobats
Grab the Mac, stab it fast, craft a track
Grab the grass, to pack and pass
Maxin’, that’s a fact