Inception by Thaione Davis Lyrics
Thaione Davis - “Inception”
[Emcee(s): Thaione Davis]
[Producer(s): The Geaux]
[Scratches: The Geaux]
[Intro: Sample with Scratches by The Geaux]
“And now for our feature presentation” - Sample from [?]
[Verse 1: Thaione Davis]
Moving through chatterbox, grapevines, same channel
Same time, play up on the same grind, famous for that
Recline. Relax I can’t afford
Sucker emcees strangled from entangled mic cords
This is not false literature with sexual intentions
This is not programming fake snares and kicks
You crucifixed by your own fantasies and claiming innocent
I’m finished with you fucking derelicts once and for all
I’m calm, but right after me, yo, here comes the storm
Erasing soundscapes, so, nigga, polish up your horns
Let’s blow shit ‘cause we ain’t ‘sposed to flop
Naw, we ain’t ‘posed to fail, so tell them motherfucking haters they can
Go to Hell. I parted ways with them bad days
Same color shade as the first forty slaves—naw
People called for change—look how history made
OK, the dream is a reality. Now calculate your salary
And tell me if you living what your life worth. It hurts
Don’t it? See, I have always been my own opponent
Even in them stolen moments, I’m focused—you haven’t noticed?
Even in them stolen moments, I’m focused, nigga. Yo
[Hook: Thaione Davis] (x2)
I came through to conquer. Throw them hands up
I came through to conquer. Throw them hands up
The goal is to prosper. Throw them hands up
The goal is to prosper. Throw them hands up
[Verse 2: Thaione Davis]
Dusty trails I’ve been blazing, puffing L’s
On my travels, wielding mics, casting spells—can’t you tell?
This that vagabond chronicle. No cover story article
No mention, but no matter. I shatter right through your particles
Let’s pray. I stay up on the path and never stray
Like bullets resonating through the fucking frame of these featherweights
Badges of honor, perfection in my karma
The guarantee is that I will purposely bring the drama
Yo, every intention is spit with so much conviction
I can’t believe niggas listen to the same fucking sentence after
Sentence. Niggas fishing for position, wishing they was in
Contention, but I’ll hold ‘em accountable for suspicion
You fucking up the culture, don’t mind how the Minolta
It capture flashes of you faggots’ greasy John Travolta
Shit. Crossing my list off. See, now you got me pissed off
I’ll roll up by my lonely. You physically brittle and soft
I’m in the best shape of my life, scraping my prime
Ain’t no need to second-guess—it’s all divine by design
See, my climb ain’t the same as your grind. I’m overtime and
Often out the city limits, raw shit without no gimmicks
[Hook: Thaione Davis] (x2)
I came through to conquer. Throw them hands up
I came through to conquer. Throw them hands up
The goal is to prosper. Throw them hands up
The goal is to prosper. Throw them hands up
[Emcee(s): Thaione Davis]
[Producer(s): The Geaux]
[Scratches: The Geaux]
[Intro: Sample with Scratches by The Geaux]
“And now for our feature presentation” - Sample from [?]
[Verse 1: Thaione Davis]
Moving through chatterbox, grapevines, same channel
Same time, play up on the same grind, famous for that
Recline. Relax I can’t afford
Sucker emcees strangled from entangled mic cords
This is not false literature with sexual intentions
This is not programming fake snares and kicks
You crucifixed by your own fantasies and claiming innocent
I’m finished with you fucking derelicts once and for all
I’m calm, but right after me, yo, here comes the storm
Erasing soundscapes, so, nigga, polish up your horns
Let’s blow shit ‘cause we ain’t ‘sposed to flop
Naw, we ain’t ‘posed to fail, so tell them motherfucking haters they can
Go to Hell. I parted ways with them bad days
Same color shade as the first forty slaves—naw
People called for change—look how history made
OK, the dream is a reality. Now calculate your salary
And tell me if you living what your life worth. It hurts
Don’t it? See, I have always been my own opponent
Even in them stolen moments, I’m focused—you haven’t noticed?
Even in them stolen moments, I’m focused, nigga. Yo
[Hook: Thaione Davis] (x2)
I came through to conquer. Throw them hands up
I came through to conquer. Throw them hands up
The goal is to prosper. Throw them hands up
The goal is to prosper. Throw them hands up
[Verse 2: Thaione Davis]
Dusty trails I’ve been blazing, puffing L’s
On my travels, wielding mics, casting spells—can’t you tell?
This that vagabond chronicle. No cover story article
No mention, but no matter. I shatter right through your particles
Let’s pray. I stay up on the path and never stray
Like bullets resonating through the fucking frame of these featherweights
Badges of honor, perfection in my karma
The guarantee is that I will purposely bring the drama
Yo, every intention is spit with so much conviction
I can’t believe niggas listen to the same fucking sentence after
Sentence. Niggas fishing for position, wishing they was in
Contention, but I’ll hold ‘em accountable for suspicion
You fucking up the culture, don’t mind how the Minolta
It capture flashes of you faggots’ greasy John Travolta
Shit. Crossing my list off. See, now you got me pissed off
I’ll roll up by my lonely. You physically brittle and soft
I’m in the best shape of my life, scraping my prime
Ain’t no need to second-guess—it’s all divine by design
See, my climb ain’t the same as your grind. I’m overtime and
Often out the city limits, raw shit without no gimmicks
[Hook: Thaione Davis] (x2)
I came through to conquer. Throw them hands up
I came through to conquer. Throw them hands up
The goal is to prosper. Throw them hands up
The goal is to prosper. Throw them hands up