BrassiousMonk - Forefront Lyrics

Lately
Lately, I've been feeling capable... (Lately)
Lately, I've been feeling incapable... (Lately)
Lately, I've been feeling hopeless... (Lately)
Lately, I've been feeling hopeful...
But as of late...

Tell 'em that I damn sure ain't beta (Yo yo yo)
I been thinking major (Yea)
In the wind, just like a vapor
Lately, I can't...
Feel a thing
My thoughts are raw as uncut gems
This a multi-layered dream
You catch me rapping on your favorite scene
Go home, design the cover
I'm gon make these jams
Evеry girl I'm with, be brown as smuckers(Black Lives Mattеr)
She gon spread like lies...
I teach her to fly
Press play, then close your eyes
She gon hide my bounty like a blessing in disguise
Cuz I'm a present sent from heaven
Like a ribbon in the sky (Yo yo yo)

I've been background, now I'm back now-
In the forefront (Ya-ya-ya yo yo yo yo)
Foregrounds need that porch swing-
With a warm lunch (Ya-ya-ya yo yo yo yo)
My girl, chillin, back room, rolling more blunts (Ya-ya-ya yo yo yo yo)
I been out on business, now I'm back-
Daddy Warbucks
I've been background, now I'm back now-
In the forefront (Ya-ya-ya yo yo yo yo)
Foregrounds need that porch swing-
With a warm lunch (Ya-ya-ya yo yo yo yo)
My girl, chillin, back room, rolling more blunts (Ya-ya-ya yo yo yo yo)
I been out on business, now I'm back-
Daddy Warbucks

I been in the stream like a cell, my crew is the bail
(We stay posted)
I'm holding the grail, I drink from it well
(she stay open)
Wrestling these demons, I'm penning these tales
(I stay Hogan)
I'm a act a donkey, take my shirt off, then I wave it
I ripped through the veil, shit was frail
These artists' stay bogus (Yea)
That's why I show light
Feel like fight or flight
They swarm like locusts
Then gone in one night
That's the blackest magic, hocus pocus
You look frame to frame
Only thing you missing, is a focus...

I've been feeling hella bent, feeling hella spent, feeling hella whipped
Pulling out my hair
I can't feel my strength, but my eye is pricked
While I'm in this storm, hope you catch my drift
All I toss is food, feel my hunger, need a fork to lift
While I'm on the shift, paradigm on an iron fist
Auto-tune my drive, I need atonement on the highest pitch
I can't hear these Biffs
I'm Marty driving to this Future shit
Baptism a splash
I'm in this pit, where them tongues are split