Exception to the Rule

[Intro]
Can you see me? Nothing. Nothing of you at all!
We can shrink an army with all its equipment, put in a bottle cap
We stand here ready to do our duty
When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun. I did
Release the Kraken

[Verse 1: Advizer]
Making impressions and progression is my main objective
Wouldn't think you were dope if I used your crew for a frame of reference
Interjecting your lame session, cutting you off in mid freestyle
Children is bewildered, claiming that they can be wild
Me and Crescent Moon will stick em 'side a petting zoo
Charging money to feed you, buying matching leather suits with the revenue
Got no respect for you, that's my final offer
I flow upon the fine line between wine and water
The kind of author to add what your verse often lacks
So nice, I'll probably even give you the shirt off my back
Shine the light on a rapper long enough, he's sure gonna crack
Start telling the truth and lose the urge to want to rap
You're talking back? No one acknowledges the flow and that's game
Straight up, I'm dope as fuck, don't believe me? Go ask Dane
Actually, don't ask Dane, he's an asshole
You can ask Alexei, but Alexei would probably want to battle
Actually, it's better if you keep those questions to yourself
That's rule number one in my lessons on help
Presence felt, "fresh as hell", the reviews on my bestseller
Rhyming until they recognize my pen had to express colors
Told your teleprompter that it's hard to do shows without it
Don't try escaping, my helicopters got the whole area scouted
Ousted poor MCs who try to run from my scope
And force feeding them their pride til they admit that I'm dope

[Verse 2: Crescent Moon]
I can see through that ski mask, mirage in silk stockings
I see that you're a nervous wreck like you pill popping
Why you still talking? Blocking a brother's train of thought
But this train don't stop, better return that brain you bought
You're still singing the Macarena, when I drop, it rains up
Never backwash rhymes cuz we drinking from the same cup
I can't stand MCs that's only rapping for the money
But sometimes I listen, you can learn a lot from a dummy
Or a mannequin, you can't stand it when I'm dismantling
Kids like packages plus tax, shipping, and handling
MCs is panicking when this man begins to rhyme hot
None of y'all can see me as if it was a blind spot
Times got worse before they got better
But you couldn't set it off, it was a motion detector
Pocket protector, second guesser of the Crescent
Crushing adolescents stepping in the session
Reload your weapon 'fore I get you open like eyelids is
You host talk shows, I host viruses
My mileage is already at its full capacity
I put in so much work that other states is taxing me
Then casually like the fees before I'm done
I'll make the Seven Wonders wonder where the hell I'm coming from
The number one, others done by the hurricane
Even amnesia patients remember my fucking name

[Hook x2: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
Take a sec or two to get a clue on who you're stepping to
The only man that can fuck with me is the Crescent Moon
And don't try to be wiser cuz on the microphone, I'm liver
But the only man that can fuck with my rhymes is Advizer

[Verse 3: Advizer]
You're just a snitch type of hitchhiker, fell off the clown car
I'll cage you up, whip you, make you count my bars
I'm about as far off my rocker as I'm gonna get
My repertoire consists of making fun of kids who said they want to step
After mic check initiation, why test my patience?
You get disregarded like life or death situations
Stood up for the moment, grown sick of the opponent mindset
Fuck it, why can't we be friends as well? I'm content
With my only luxury of believing no one can fuck with me
I'll take your rep and your child custody
And there's a sucker MC born every minute
The only thing that's milked about the stout is the gimmick you spit
And kids is appalled at the Minneap and St. Paul kids
Now look what the bad weather, floods, and rainfall did
They created flows to those who wouldn't know a thing about
A foot of snow and sprinkle it on your winter socks and enter Interlock

[Verse 4: Crescent Moon]
Consider this a bitter twist to your forbidden hit or miss
It's a bigger itch, unscratchable, a natural to this
If it's an actual abyss, you risking the chance of misconception
Living less than nine seconds, so don't try to get your breath in
Lesson: don't pour the milk in before the cereal
The floor was built in and the mic came with my Cheerios
My theory goes one way, the truth goes another
My flows will have you thinking John Wilkes Booth was my brother
Cover other topics, I'd rather not pick the same shit
Rhyme with Naimles, minds is brainless to try to tame this
With them lame skits, stained bits is what's left of your remnants
Plus the ten cents you left behind with your tenants
You're like a colorblind kid trying to solve a Rubik's cube
I see it's about time for a refill of Crescent's doing you
How can one equal two and two? Consider the circumstances
You're still searching for answers and I'm fatter than circus pants, kid

[Hook x2: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
Take a sec or two to get a clue on who you're stepping to
The only man that can fuck with me is the Crescent Moon
And don't try to be wiser cuz on the microphone, I'm liver
But the only man that can fuck with my rhymes is Advizer

[Outro: Advizer]
Advize and Crescent Moon, the exception to the rule
Advize and Cres Moon, the Odds are against you
Advize and Crescent Moon, the exception to the rule
Advize and Cres Moon, the Odds are against you
The Odds are against you
The Odds are against you
The Odds are against you
Advize and Crescent Moon