Commentary

Thaione Davis - “Commentary”
[Emcee(s): Thaione Davis]
[Producer(s): The Geaux]

[Verse 1: Thaione Davis]
They say I’m ‘posed to rhyme how
I’m fresh, how I’m cold, how I got this shit sewn
Padlock ‘em with the flow. Ain’t no category, place
Or particular throne. You can box me in. Charlie from
The go. South Side is all I know, and never claim
Nothing less, navigate through inner city struggle
Where they’re throwing up sets. I got a cousin out west
Another one: Rashid—you respect him and just say Hadee
Uh. We’re still here
I ain’t scared to say I shed tears, shared beers with some under-
-aged thinkers. They try to link us, but don’t notice how
The chain is so corroded, think we’re losing focus. Nigga, we’re just
Holding on. I walk alone when the pain is un-
-bearable and flashback when I was a class act
Pistol in my backpack—fact. I done made it from
The bottom of the tundra, the under. Never brag
About it, but I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
When my cards was dealt, did they shuffle the hand or just
Pat ‘em on the top? See, I’m a placeholder, ready for
The takeover, kick your whole fucking case over
I don’t shine. I just glow, soldier. You call it solar
I just call it gleaming. Blind niggas came face-to-face
With their demons at a quarter past the plot
When they’re scheming in the evening, it’s so hard to keep breathing
To find reasons

[Hook: Thaione Davis] (x4)
It’s just a commentary. I try to let them know that we in
Commentary. These fuckers never listen to the
Commentary. See, all they want to do is disrespect
Tell ‘em that we got next