Reconciliation

[Intro: Advizer]
Oddjobs on a Deetalx / Anatomy production

[Verse 1: Advizer]
Ayo, word got around like some girls I know
That Adam had that dopest MC in the world type flow
I know I wasn't really the best, or nothing like that
But I didn't know this cat had a few fuck it type raps
Nowadays, I take it serious, trying to find a way to be a lyricist
But sometimes it makes me weary just
Draining my creative juices quenching the thirst of many
Squeezing fruits of my labor to add flavor to the verse of this MC
First intentions be to satisfy myself as a critic
Then I yearn to captivate audiences with it
But who's gonna hear me anyway, and who's gonna listen?
I fill my wants and needs on a course of collision
Hitting the brick wall, a hundred times shy cuz I'vе been more than once bitten
You gеt the dick, balls, and whatever comes with it
All the unwritten rules got violated
I chose the title Advizer, taking control of my situation

[Hook x2: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
You see, you and me are really a lot alike, that is
If you had the skill or the gall to rock a mic, we mix
Thousands of possibilities to come up with this
The only reason you really MC is just to get dissed

[Verse 2: Crescent Moon]
I found teeth marks in my rhyme book, microphone plagiarism
I care so much, I'm places where Paul Magers isn't
Stay your distance, your first five rows would get wet
Couldn't keep you from biting my rhymes so I killed your phat
Still the best within my city district
I turn more solid MCs into the form of liquid
Evicted from my own mind so I'm out of it
They make believe like Halloween, baked like hollow tips
Follow this so you will know where the taste is
Your five minutes on the mic was ten minutes wasted
Face it: basically, you got nothing to lose
Except the earrings, t-shirt, cash, card, plus your shoes
Busting loose, trust the noose if you want some real hang time
My skills are so dope, I've considered slanging rhymes
Constantly, I'm changing minds like tires
And leaving the crowd so quiet, mimes are getting fired

[Hook x2: Advizer and Crescent Moon]
You see, you and me are really a lot alike, that is
If you had the skill or the gall to rock a mic, we mix
Thousands of possibilities to come up with this
The only reason you really MC is just to get dissed

[Verse 3: Advizer]
My girl moved outta state before we put out a tape
Outta breath running laps, feeling like I'm outta shape
Plus, nowadays it don't take much to make me snap
If you keep fucking making tracks that may do just that
Now every song I write is a diss song
A list long of things wrong with everybody I know
And now you sit back and criticize, chitchat as if Advize
Could empathize as if you guys taught me to flow

[Verse 4: Crescent Moon]
Yo, the fight won me of future things to come
And I can't type fast so my computer thinks I'm dumb
Things I've done aren't as bad as things I've wanted to do
Got more soul than the Apollo even if it was haunted, too
I'm getting fond of you like Jane Fonda's crew on spandex
Workout videos cuz I know you're sweating me
Letting me get to be the one who use efficiency
More specifically, when you start talking shit to me
(Basically)