88 Bars (Behind the Scenes)

[Intro]
One time for your mind, one time for ya
One time for your mind, one time, yeah
One time for ya, one time for ya
One time for your mind, one time

[Verse]
You can tell a
Whole lot by what a person's not saying
Read between the lines, notice what they’re leaving out
My body language lets you know just what I be about
Look me in the eyes, you can see I’m not playing, because
This is not a game, and I am not the same
Man who is standing in my place, 'cause a lot has changed
Looking at the time, thinking how it got away
Still, I got a way with words to paint a summers day
When the air smelled sweeter, and the light felt different
Sky looking brighter through the eyes of an infant
Inner revolution spinning up on my Discman
We’ll soon see a change in the water; a state of disorder
Fast forward to the not too distant
I’m living out crystal-clear images I been spitting
They call me Kid Solo, it’s clear that I’m not kidding
Tryna break up out of a box I do not fit in
Fuck Australian hip-hop; this is stadium hip-hop
That climbed up out of the subterranean hip-hop
Living on stolen land, illegal alien hip-hop
All shades of the gradient, Homo sapien hip-hop
There's a whole lot going on behind the scenes
We locking people up just for trying to be free
While these fucking politicians keep on lying through their teeth
Man, I swear we oughta riot in the streets; let me tell you, there's a
Whole lot going on behind the scenes
More than meets the eye, don’t believe everything you see
'Cause we living in a time when our vision is as blind as it’s ever been
Everybody hiding behind a screen
There's a whole lot going on behind the scenes
Having trouble maintaining sobriety
Drugs, alcohol, depression, anxiety
I been lying to everybody, shit, I even tried to lie to me
And just from looking at me, you could never tell
That my head's spinning, ears ringing from the decibels
Tryna outrun the demons, caught up with the jezebels
With the team rolling deeper than Adele, but if you know me well
Well, then you know that I’m a show and tell
Ever since I was a teen, been sharing my notes to self
Gotta suffer for your art, and it’s hard to measure up
Keeping calm under pressure when I’m feeling overwhelmed
See, I’ve come a long way from the front row of the Hoods
But somewhere along the way got overtook
The fans read me like an open book
But still, I’m overlooked, underrated, overworked and under-booked
There's a whole lot going on behind the scenes
Lot of jealousy and sibling rivalry
Got me looking at my brothers, thinking how they stole my thunder
I got love, but this game'll make you turn on one another; there's a
Whole lot going on behind the scenes
The wins and the losses and everything in between
That's why I keep it humble, rolling with the elephants up in the jungle
Hear the rumble, the last of a dying breed
Word to Adit, word to Cole, word to Urthy, word to Gary
Word to Snarl, word to Dale, Caitlin, Owen, Ash and Sally
'Cause I know they got my back, yeah, them people be family
And they back me even though I’ll probably never win a Grammy
There's a whole lot going on behind the scenes
But everything ain’t always what it seems
See they spinning tall tales, skipping minor details
That they signed to major labels in a corporate machine
But not me; I keep it mean, keep it honest, keep it hungry
Keep it indie, keep it raw and always keep it a hun-g
Sometimes we make it beautiful; sometimes we make it ugly
But we always make it truthful, and that’s why the people love me
All along, I been strong, had to learn how to be stronger
I held it all together, couldn’t take it any longer
I told you last album that I didn’t wanna wait
It’s my time; high time I put some food up on the plate
And life is just a series of forks in the road
And when you try to put a square through a circle, then its flaws'll show
I guess by now, yo, I really oughta know
Watched her walking down the aisle, guess I didn’t get to walk her home
Whole lot going on behind the scenes
I put it in my rhymes, tryna put my mind at ease
On my late-night hype when I’m writing to these beats
‘Could you keep it down, please, some of us are tryna sleep’
So I hit the front door, and I head to The Dispensary
To see the group professor, hoping that he got the remedy
Over what he prescribe, I describe what is said to me
It’s cheaper than the money I been spending on my therapy
There's a whole lot going on behind the scenes
I needed time to grow, even needed time to grieve
Don’t think I don’t appreciate the irony
Of showing you my diary hoping that you respect my privacy
So there you have it, didn’t catch it? You better rewind that shit
My style got the rap addicts in a mild panic
New Normal 'bout to drop, be a certified classic
Believe it’s going down like the fucking Titanic, hold up