The Quest

[Verse 1: Jay Rukas]

The World is filled with emcees
Rhyming at the highest degrees
And we won't stop til we reach the mountain peak
Closest thing to death is sleep
But we're all going to dreams
Striving for longevity, till infinity and beyond
Y'all catching the ill vibes though our songs
There's nothing wrong, so don't think of any cons
Negativity can't be in this vicinity
Music brought out the real in me
Or should I say the right in me
Cause I found out the lyrics were right in me
So I picked up a pen and started writing, G
Never thought of using it to go onto a quest
But R.I.P. to the best, they faced death
The heavens let their souls ascend
After this, Ms. Savant tell them what's next

[Hook: Jay Rukas & Cooley Savant]

(Cooley Savant)
Another massacre, kicking rhymes when I drive
Kill em passengers, when I swerve, drift

(Jay Rukas)
Its all mapped out
We gotta stand our ground
And not get lost though the crowds
That's the simple game plan we got for now

(Cooley Savant)
Left, right
That's the simple game plan that we got for now, now, now

(Jay Rukas & Cooley Savant)
Its all mapped out. [Left, right]
We gotta stand our ground. [Left, right]
And not get lost though the crowds.[Left, right, right, right]
That's the simple game plan we got for now. [Left, left, right]

[Verse 2: Cooley Savant]

That's the simple game plan that we got for now
That's the in game plan, gotta box em out
Four-hundred on the fourth quarter
Four years on the bench sippin' warm water
Suddenly you on the floor with the nine starters
What a scrub, what a fake, what a Vince Carter
And what a scream from the crowd when you dunk on em'
And what a close game interview Charles Barkley
But what a thick-plot twist when the baby-mama on the sideline
Trynna prod you to child support her
That’s a small slaughter
Same ish that got you on the Marta
And that’s life when you ball but you fall harder
And now they footin' you the bill like four quarters
But what a mess, what a quest, what a world I see
What a tribe I mean—
Ali Shaheed-Allah- Salam Alaikum, keep your peace
I speak out and preach til I rest in peace
I peak from under covers, what the third-eye see
I keep the work boots on, two large fleece
That evil genius stirrin so-called sheep
Tryna transform beasts for the township feast
Trynna find another rapper we can eat on the beat
But I’m a vegan now, eatin' vegetables
But I bet you ain't know this lil’ pet could growl
How I handle bars
How I [brakes] it down, like

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