no one in the corner (with DOA methodist & ft. Elvisious, chazaiya & Jian Addelle)

[Intro: DOA methodist, Departure, Elvisious]
You don't got swagger like us, motherfucker
This some real fucking shit right here
This is DOA methodist here with Departure (Yerrr)
From Sydney all the way to Austin, Texas, y'all better be feeling this one (ATX represent)
This is Color field, motherfucker, this some real premier shit
2024, y'all don't wanna miss out on this (Departure!)
Let's go, y'all!

[Verse 1: Elvisious]
I'mma burn through your homies if I don't get rich
And that's word to shooters, know they not gon' snitch
I might pour me a line while in line with my bitch
I might shop 'til I drop, spent your rent on my fit
I was raised by our conflicts with convicts
My one intention was to never go and split on promises
But I did, life's a bitch, so ugly I could vomit
Know the pain ain't ever worth the time spent
Money spent is really just investment in your conscious
I know how to play the game so I always take the blame when I'm not the one who caused it
Earthquake, double take shaking where your heart live
Aim a stainless at your iris & I watch it make your heart skip
Hard to think twice when you really don't got shit
Like my hands tied, I just really want the knots, bitch
You might die for your spot; common hidden plot twist
Tell the homies "watch this" & dive in, waving
While spraying, saying "thanks dawg, I got this"
Stop it, mocking top nonsense, used the Nav on the Metro
Like fuck, got perfect timing, never mind it
Never ever land, pressure in my swollen glands, pressure made the diamond man
Diamond in the rough still shine like the 9 getting untucked
Pull the trigger 'til it clicks like my seatbelt getting unstuck
Live from the anxious, fuck being famous, a hoe can't tame this
The globe can't take this, my opps won't escape it
I aim from the stages, the crowd going apeshit
Bitches half naked, the whole room faded off the words that I be laying
On the shit that we created, give a fuck what you rate it
Dawg, my goals are outrageous, be patient
In love with the substance isn't that something
Feels so real you could reach out & touch it, that's a tough subject

[Verse 2: chazaiya]
Get your mic took (check)
Hand on the bible, got the staff of Poseidon, I don't write books
We don't like you, the apple gon' bite but it ain't worth the price to keep your eyes closed
I don't fuck with psychedelics, this the next next episode
Always in the mentions, like tell me what's the method bro
Mescaline and epidurals, I don't wannt feel nothing
I just fucked a cup of water, how you more pathetic, dude?
Hard time cleaning, I get dust in my lungs
Fuck your exhaustion, I dump when I want
No chance of forfeit, bruh I ain't gotta rush
But they gon' try and cut your tongue out bro (what what!)
You ain't gotta do that, I don't want cunt
Had to lock in right quick, had to brush up
Had to cut the sad shit out, I go on walks now
(Apt description), I let me out the doghouse
This the shit that make you curb stomp a puppy
Tryna get my pockets like Lucki, trust me
We ain't got beef, no point up to heat
You ain't Lebron and I ain't no damn curry (don't call me that)
I ain't touchy but your jokes ain't funny
If you want me here then just ask for me
Holier than thou, art a fucking cavity
Happily weave another fucking tapestry

[Verse 3: Jian Addelle]
Seeing a fortune, size of your life
Severely forces you out of orbit with
Guys in the right corners of history
Is it me? Or this flippantly horrid world we're all in
Gulping, every flinching at every mention
I'm overzealous every chance, I'll sweat a nigga visibly sizzling
Into a wreck, emotionally overstepping
Addelle isn't a misnomer, you shitting me?
Only telling you niggas gimme some more
Rhymes within inspiring chords homogenized by this old boy
In Highbridge, hi it's your own kind
I'd like to bestow my flyness and more
Right in the home of 1, 5, 2, 0
You know it's Sedgwick
Herc'a done tied the bow
The flow expensive, turn the mic to a sickle
Murder you right in the middle of a set
My nigga Departure really the best in the cut because

[Bridge: Sample]
No one in the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like swagga like swa swa swagga like us
No one in the corner have swagga like us
Swagga like swagga like swa swa swagga like us

[Verse 4: Departure]
Dope rhymes straight from the head of a goat or bovine
A brazen bull screaming and crying for your thoughts & prayers in genocide
See the malnourishment & bleary-eyed
If I haven't made it clearer, free Palestine
Choking at the hands of white liver-spotted fists
Sympathy incognitive, refuse to dot my I's, cross my T's or take the piss
'Cause to me? I'm sick of shitting and drinking ale in different pales respectively
Same vomit, different toilet, different day
Top-notch performance, to apologize and take the blame
Write in shorthand so they can't underline or take my space
Many ink blot exist upon the bacteria that fills the page
Nor intent to mass culturally appropriate, delay
Look at the blank page and watch shit get real
'Cause your nonexistent rhymes make me wanna take a Benadryl
Your shit is not butter, the lotion that I smother on your mother's back
I spend a rack for the greatest motorboat straight from your mother's racks
Your face deserves another smack
Clean the plaque from your teeth before you get a term for rememberance
Why memorialize anything that isn't art?
Everything is worth something? Well you could tell the truth just for a start
Scratch the words, everything is worth abstraction
How much of that is my praxis is not a clear indicator of my macking
Pack your bags, the game ain't got space for you
Not no beady-eyed bird-pecking bottomfeeders, you don't deserve the view