Pieces of a Thesis

Chorus (Abioseh)
I’m going H.A.M., yes me, never run on empty
Could’ve never tied me, my colour don’t define me
Couldn’t ever try me, wouldn’t take that lightly
Try'na do the right thing, ain’t no movie, Spike Lee

Chorus (Funky DL)
I’m coming through, yes me, and I’m sick with the beats
Could’ve never tied me, I got my ear to the streets
Couldn’t ever try me, wouldn’t take that lightly
Try'na do the right thing, ain’t nobody like we

Verse One (Funky DL)
Stonе cold verbalist, I’m writing lines like a journalist
I’m sеrving this lyrical turbulence, legacy permanent
Preserving this, DL affirmative, I am determining
Alternatives to make the services more than conservative
Disturbing the stat quo by crushing the backbone
Of Rappers, so I’m unforgettable like I’m Nat Cole
The facts show that Funky take it up to a plateau
So if you ain’t coming with the jewels then go back home
And rest it, you banished to place you can’t exit
And desperate, but never had a clue like forensics
Authentic, that means with me the facts are undisputed
So nothing is diluted when I’m serving up this music
Produce it, mix and arrange it and then release it
And don’t apologize with reasons that I sound facetious
Unleash this, could never teach this, for many reasons
A Rapper and a beat-smith with pieces of a thesis
To keep this sticking together like we some adhesive
And people nod they head to our thoughts, telekinesis
Peep this, we takin’ over, we supernova
Specializing in communications like Motorola
Don’t say we never told ya’, amazing like the book of Jonah
My dissertation will lead you like an Ayatollah
It’s like a scripture, although I ain’t gon’ wear no toga
Ain’t coming closer to D and Abioseh

Chorus

Verse Two (Abioseh)
I got the touch of the Midas, look me inna my iris
Tell me my bars ain’t the firest, I leave ‘em gagging; bronchitis
A righteous bitch with the writing, ain’t no lie, don’t deny it
I been on my live, work, pose, serving the finest
Running up Miley no Cyrus, living life on autopilot
I done been there and done that g, like the tee ain’t the flyest
But see I’m captain of this ship now, you could say I’m the pilot
If this shit was a pilot, they’d be renewing my seasons
I’m not your typical mic controller, you’re gonna hear this season
Hear this year, hear this decade, hear this century even see
‘cos this here is a sauce you can’t tweak and a sauce you can’t weaken
Me, I possess that weekdays and weekends
And you don’t wanna be on the receiving end of this lyrical beating
I cannot lie, to conquer I my guy, this would be cheating
You and whose army? Still won’t prevent I and I from eating
I’ll sweep up all of your new found respect and leave your so-called army fleeting
And all the while I’ll be cheesing, them Colgate whites’ll be gleaming
You see this melanin beaming, I’m try'na find me a Bimmer
The perfect two-seater, one I can journey with, look back and say that’s us, no Lupita
Naive ‘til the plot deepened, got new rules Dua Lipa
Natural leader, set trends like follow the leader
A product of my experiences, I’ll school you like teachers
This my pieces of thesis, drop the mic in this theatre

Chorus (Abioseh)
I’m going H.A.M., yes me, never run on empty
Could’ve never tied me, my colour don’t define me
Couldn’t ever try me, wouldn’t take that lightly
Try'na do the right thing, ain’t no movie, Spike Lee

Chorus (Funky DL)
I’m coming through, yes me, and I’m sick with the beats
Could’ve never tied me, I got my ear to the streets