CATALOGUE

[Part 1]

[Intro]
And that's an important reality
Who ever controls your perception of reality
Will determine not only what you do with your life
But also determine the quality of life for your children and your great grandchildren

[Verse 1]
The course catalog enforce
More tyranny
The imagery bring teardrops like symmetry
The memory of a past life, hit the light switch
I was situated way before time
Heaven is a place to find in our right mind
We delayed thе death's design
When you last saw mе, I was going through some shit
Prelude to the new fools who cruise in fake jewels
Blessed to them crews who bled for you to bruise
Context, skittish type niggas, good riddance
Sneak view sitting for the film not finished
Peace beloved, no the board not kidding
I was right there when the script got written
To recite one sentence, "Penetrates like liquid"
Ignant niggas on the block with a pool stick
The fool sit on the other side of the pool pit
Scattershot brain, work on a trade
Trademark every lost cause of the day
This impure raid, peep the mental collapse
Ten niggas in the front with a bitch in the back
What's that? The room get swoosh like Nike
Down in Mississippi with the pros like Ikea
On the roam couple cones try to fight me, yeah
Choose peace or devise a plan, strategize three methods
If I had time, I would gamble bad
You would be finished in three seconds
The house takes no exceptions
Thumb tapping on a missed call message, the bitch got heartburn
Take your hatred and get to stepping
Some fools fall in love, some fools never learn nothing

[Part 2]

[Verse]
Yeah
Blazing on a solo I need a quartet
Sending peace to my sons who ain't born yet
You still scratching off the iPhone looking for love
The Coles shrug, hit you with a full nelson
Attenuate the scales on the dot press
God bless never was I should
You shoulda, coulda, woulda ass niggas got two crooked toes and cracked hooves
Misunderstood, the eyes re-evaluate this lives indiscretions when you looking at the hood
From the rooftop perching
In the nightmare searching for a dream merchant
Out in Paris, nigga looking like a street urchin, let's keep working
Spy vs. Spy, the chamber of command
You failing to realize you thirsty for recognition
Deuce two bitches at the curve of a day trip
Don't slip nigga, we was watching from the breezeway
I seen a Bentley catch fire by freeway
The Hellcat still looking like a fucking cop car
Rapstar, popstar, it's all the same thing
When you take note that they all say the same thing
The range, in the haze of fame, cap sells the archive
Lives in a sovereign state, feeling dislocated
Black man in the matrix
Drown the fates, take them back to the basics
Yeah

[Outro]
Shit, yeah
Blazing on a solo I need a quartet
Sending peace to my sons who ain't born yet
You still scratching off the iPhone