Take a Moment - Peebs The Prophet

I take a moment to think then I continue on

They say no one can really understand you 'til you’re gone

But how could they be positive, the only thing we got in common is

The rhymin but in time I’ll show you what a prophet is

I’m walking through the streets at midnight, rolled L’s looking like pinstripes

As I pronounce lyrical insights

And stretch your kid across the map, stand behind my lines like a quarterback

Never make a living off distorted fact

Recording tracks at how I translate to my fan base

So they can understand and see my mental landscape

They think they know a man’s face

No surprise cuz they look you in their eyes but they judge you by your handshake

Welcome to the times of the brand name

Where they fertilize you with lies it’s gonna burn when I fan flames

I get depressed thinking things can’t change

I guess I could be wrong but I think it’s real strange

How we fetishize the fame make me shiver like touching cold metal on a chain

To sensuous facts, some cats in the game barely have a tenuous grasp

Saying they’re the best but where the fuck’s the evidence at?

When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold

Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin

Quick to judge me, for real check it

Born alone die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne

When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold

Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin

Quick to judge me, for real check it

The mics my religion, the system is the devil’s lasso

Yo, I take a moment to breath and then I inhale

Chem trails follow my flight, flyer than Denzel

I take a minute to chill and then I work more

It’s worth more when you know exactly what you work for

I take a second to consider the fact

I keep consistently shitting on these niggas that rap

Put my city on my back and my back at the wind

Then put it on the back burner, back at it again

Took a bit of a sabbatical, traveled another avenue

And ended up, back in the trap I never traffic through

Only take a second in the blood to get adapted to

But fuck with the dominion in Virginia it’s a wrap for you

Really want power I can tell you about

How you were either that nigga or you just Dwight Howard

You really that nice or you sniffin white powder

My brother kept tellin me I’m breakin the mics

I ain’t really sayin nothin maybe savin a life

And Awon keep telling me I’m takin it light

I’m too nice when I spit it I should say it with spite

They both right and I gotta take a minute to admit that

To proceed politely to push in a niggas shit back

Flow conversation on delivery is gift wrap

Victimize the first nigga to spit a diss track

Yo grandmama gave you that chain, get yo shit back

When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold

Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin

Quick to judge me, for real check it

Born alone die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne

When the things get for real my warm heart turns cold

Every man for theyself in this land we be gunnin

Quick to judge me, for real check it

The mics my religion, the system is the devil’s lasso