Narrow Path

[Verse 1: P-Link]
This whole industry's a fuckin hoax, strictly business they want the yolk
Smoke ‘n mirrors got kids thinking it’s something dope
Puppets on ropes gettin done like they dropped the soap
Dumb promoters earn to cop a punch tryna touch the flow
Suckers think we payin for reviews? You ain't got a hope
What a joke, isn't from a cough up notes
But what some cockroach wrote in a column you got the wrong bloke
While restin’ my laurels my ethics don't ever stop yo
It's not so for some, got no skills but got the funds
So these punks front like they bens is not thеy mums
Lyrically us old bums on Volkoff drums
We don't know nothing bout that gold, so just hold ya tongues
Wherе'd it evolve from? Shrugging motherfuckers ain't involved
Better roll on, pay dues and homage not a toll son
Don't indulge rollies and gold chunks ya sold
Ya whole comfort knowing my soul won't ever be sold off

[Hook]
The path’s narrow, dwell underground in the gallows
Spitting darts sharp as arrows, piercing hearts from the shadows
Keep the ammo bars and we’re pulling cards like a tarot
So that you know we ain't just for show like apparel
The path’s narrow, dwell underground in the gallows
Spitting darts sharp as arrows piercing hearts from the shadows
Keep the ammo bars and we're pulling cards like a tarot
So that you know...

[Verse 2: P-Link]
These radio stations another hoax, run by funny hosts under remote control
Play what they told on rotation til' the sales gold
They goal is to brainwash you for your shame and soul
Till your behaviour become complacent and you play your role
But I ain't playing ball maybe just a game for y’all
But this is my baby fake it rich I take it I make you fall
Organisation's called Rawthentic
My labels course to display force and save the art form from blatant frauds
Already sort of closed doors on my favourite store
Kids these days don't show support they crave J awards
That ain't the way we walk take the path laid for less
Instead of more next to heads expressing independent thought
The rarest sort who still share the importance
Of collecting records and cassettes in heavy instalments
We ain't hoarding its preservation, you follow Shepard's without hesitation
P and B steadily take it

[Hook]
The path's narrow, dwell underground in the gallows
Spitting darts sharp as arrows, piercing hearts from the shadows
Keep the ammo bars and we're pulling cards like a tarot
So that you know we ain't just for show like apparel
The path's narrow, dwell underground in the gallows
Spitting darts sharp as arrows piercing hearts from the shadows
Keep the ammo bars and we're pulling cards like a tarot
So that you know...

[Verse 3: Bias B]
Before we even called this shit an industry, before the misery
Of the seedy shit we see today we were just kids creating history
In it for the love and the hunger not for the infamy
Then came a sucker punch the scene sustained serious injury
Next thing we see it's all about the business
Kinda proud now to see the underground kept its distance
Fuck being showered in riches to be something I'm not
And fuck rotation on a playlist to be considered hot
Look, don't get all twisted in the image and props
Cause they'll spit you out in a minute if your shit isn't hot
You think you got something amazing go and give it a shot
But most these dudes who signed to labels need to work second jobs
Because, the radio stations be showin no love to the real
And only festival rappers be getting the deals
But still I'm considered real because I stand for something
And got respect for heads like Rawthentic and Pang Productions so fuck em