Jaded
[Intro Sample]
So the old [?] was t'd off because I wouldn't stay a while and finish up
But I didn't hear him saying one word about paying me any extra, did you?
Anyway, he knows now the company's not gonna take advantage [?]

[Verse 1: Bon Mot]
Dirty pants, ball cap, and a work tee
They want me to dance but I think I think it hurts the
Image I'm presenting: squinted vision, sipping gin when he ain't thirsty
Like that and taxes are a sure thing
Nurse, please pass the anti venom if they feisty
Hoping I won't notice but I think I think they like me
19 months of a little cyphering, notice changes in his writing I mean
I might be the best thing since sliced meat
Don't mean if you got bread you can bite me
Hyping myself, you'll never find me
9 times rhyming solid times three
Rest by myself but the rest come to sight see
Rest for the wicked, death to the hype beast
Lease on life like landlords tryna find me
Problem's Bon Mot's not recycling
So original and lyrically spiritual
Reality cynical, had a habit of miracles
But magic ain't real, add a dash of tyrannical
Sashé in back brace I'm rapping fat like my mirror show
My shit cracked like the rock copped
Stoned like a top notch Brock squad
Break it down to pieces - chop shop
Break it down like "holler if you cop, Mot"
Cop knock shock, couch lock, blah! Blah!
[Chorus: Ella Fitzgerald Sample]
The stars above, have promised to meet us tomorrow
Till then, my love, how dreary the new day will be
The stars above, have promised to meet us tomorrow
Till then, my love, how dreary the new day will be

[Refrain: Bon Mot]
You ain't fucking with an amateur
It's the reputation damager
I could be the janitor
Day 10 make best friends with your manager
World on his shoulders got 'em hunching when he stand
I ain't nothing but the motherfucking man

[Verse 2: Tom Foolery]
Dirty shorts, flip flops and a v-neck
Baby face they thinking I came straight outta recess
Till I step to the stage with the game
That would make your little brother want to quit and hit the reset
Button up big boy, no funny business
Silly name, but it's something serious
Like a heart attack, run it back, still can't fuck with em
Big talk but it's all Peace, Love Rhythym

[Verse 3: TBone]
No saved game, same shit, day changed
No fame, no shame, maintain
Break chains wrapped by authority
Vacate path of the majority
Rap from quarantine, crew on lockdown
Sound penetrates thru the compound
Break bread, stay fed, stomp ground
We're never gonna calm down
[Refrain: Bon Mot]
You ain't fucking with an amateur
It's the reputation damager
I could be the janitor
Day 10 make best friends with your manager
World on his shoulders got 'em hunching when he stand
I ain't nothing but the motherfucking man

[Outro Chorus: All]
The stars above, have promised to meet us tomorrow
Till then, my love, how dreary the new day will be
The stars above, have promised to meet us tomorrow
Till then, my love, how dreary the new day will be