For Instance (The Finish)

Thaione Davis - “For Instance (The Finish)”
[Emcee(s): Thaione Davis]
[Producer(s): The Geaux]
[Scratches: The Geaux]

[Verse 1: Thaione Davis]
Now one upon a time, we was living through the crime
Seek and tell me what you find. I’m trying to reach the outer limit
The finish the final product, stacking up my spinach
More than just a labor. What you calling love is not intended
This delicately crochet-knitted, so when it’s fitted over
Inner city limits, what you catch is the vibe
I went to school for the hard knocks, so hold the reply
Question the whereabouts? I’m south section of the Chi
I speak easy. Can’t hold him in a cage, so don’t police me
Davis International, got homies out in Fiji
Used to go through about fourteen beedies, cross treaties
Been up in a scuffle plenty of times with no retreating
Surrender ‘cause niggas be like suitcase fenders
Getting played until November. No pretenders—not at all. Do you
Remember the enter of the entering the center of a
Cypher? It’s like taking twenty-five pulls—it gets
You higher

[Hook: Thaione Davis]
For instance, niggas want to talk. Just let ‘em know what it
Cost to maintain in the face of the hawk, yo
For instance, running their flaps, fall in the traps
Call it circumstance. Niggas don’t know how to adapt, yo
For instance, steady on the motherfucking grind
Yet I still celebrate every moment we shine, yo
For instance, breaking the box, don’t give a fuck about
No props or position. I follow ambition
For instance

[Verse 2: Thaione Davis]
Now this is what
We came for. Take ‘em for their props and position
Spit a composition, still get lifted—that’s tradition
You slowing up the pace with no ignition. The game is
To be sold, not to mention I got vocal recognition
Yeah, I’m stupid when it come to the tracks, finesse the rhythm
Give ‘em everything I possibly can, losing religion
Life ain’t never been a 50/50, split ‘em like decision
It’s a bumpy road, travel miles back to perdition
I’ll stay up on my Tom Hanks—get up off my Spalding
Mad ‘cause you never heard your calling. The shit I spit is
Crystal-clear. No compassion or fear
Stepping in my hemisphere is not a word to the wise
Purposely inverted, never been a serpent, never slithered
Never once been known to quiver. Stand firm and I deliver
The finish got you open. Now we all in the back
Playing that low post, five-finger, matter of fact like
For instance

[Hook: Thaione Davis]
For instance, niggas want to talk. Just let ‘em know what it
Cost to maintain in the face of the hawk, yo
For instance, running their flaps, fall in the traps
Call it circumstance. Niggas don’t know how to adapt, yo
For instance, steady on the motherfucking grind
Yet I still celebrate every moment we shine, yo
For instance, breaking the box, don’t give a fuck about
No props or position. I follow ambition
For instance