ON THE SEVENTH DAY

[Intro] Yo, I’m gonna ride this beat Straight to beat street Let’s do it Crumbs Crumbs Crumbs [Verse 1: B. Dolan] Friends: how many of us watched it? Epic Beard Men was on our Joey and Ross shit Soon as the needle dropped the whole party said ‘Aw, shit’ And turned the kitchen to a mosh pit The hock and spit will kill a hostage to send a message Raw shit! You get rewarded for your investment! Law giver! Yeah the songs written with protection! Hard hitting, been giving kids they lessons in independence The twin professors wrecking your shop We look alike, we get it a lot He’s sort of a Kirk, he’s more of a Spock There is no good cop, the city's on lock No ease up, no chill (chill) No mood stabilizer no sleeping pill (ill) Nah no white rappers with a grill looking awkward also Sit 'em next to Kendall Jenner with them awesome cornrows Don’t watch award shows Strictly writin’ raps with the door closed Using the high hats to send a message in Morse Code Dag There’s crumbs in every bag [Chorus] Crumbs Crumbs Crumbs There’s crumbs in every bag [Verse 2: Eligh] The greedy want the crumbs too living so comfortably numb The seeds and the stems, comfortably dumb Typing with no opposable thumbs Their brains not even grown up enough to process the wordplay Get high, have fun, how dare they Beware my terrifying skill display Fill the frame from margin to margin With a novel antic witty writing from left to right with a quill in my grip The puppy’s head tilt What is this I see? It’s the artifact Nowadays they be try hard to get stared at when all we had to was just be in the room to get glared at With that test no longer existing These kids they go fishing, their soul is the bait The poetry’s missing, I feel like I'm late But the party never invited me, so I’m great Status quo but that is broke forever braids But the machine is broken, so we climb the cage But won’t let sour milk define my age I like to mumble and freestyle and get mega paid But I respect the process and not the game I medusa play Want my cake and eat it too It takes two to tang-OH man you need a shrink Crumbs [Chorus] Crumbs There’s crumbs in every bag [Verse 3: Sage Francis] There’s giants in our midst with walnuts for brains On some futuristic Kama Sutra shit We’re all fucked the same I got too much to lose and not much to gain But on a dare I’ll Zapruder your career, frame by frame "See, this is where his walnut got cracked for talkin’ smack Got splattered all on his wifey’s lap and pillbox hat" The kid pops back "But we’re from??" (chill) There’s a sniper in the hills pickin’ off crumbs with spearguns I like guns more than control but I like gun control I don’t need a background check to grab your neck and pluck your soul (Behold!) This ghostly figure whose host was quicker to roast a kid instead of showing support and, like, post a sticker (The up-and-comer came to get down) They wouldn’t let him shine They threw shade on a sage, and now? There’s a dumpster fire fueled by umps of the empire Who expected us to use our last breath to pump their tires Should've checked the pressure gauge (You would've been amazed) On the seventh day (You rested) I was center stage (Etta James!) They signed my yearbook like, ‘Never change!’ If I ain’t different the next time you see me...set me ablaze So I can go out smoking…and firing Infuse my ashes into the nastiest and bloodiest of diamonds Then propose to my ex, tell her sorry for all the ghosting I was a rider on the firestorm (and that wasn’t my final form!) Right or wrong, if you succumb to every fad you should get dragged There’s crumbs in every bag [Outro] Crumbs There’s crumbs in every bag Crumbs There’s crumbs in every bag There’s crumbs in every bag There’s crumbs in every bag There’s crumbs in every bag Crumbs There’s crumbs in every bag