Sam Witwicky Mood

[Intro] We the best music. I know it. Underground swaggy... This mood is Sam Witwicky the artist. [Verse 1] Make 'em lose the game, Microsoft. Run my name, Nike swoosh – I’m leaving imprints in the mud. I done ran this shit, while you were still lacing up the studs. You been ridin' the bench like a Trojan horse, hollow inside and stuck. 'Cause you ain't been the same, since you came across the real frequency, They used to say I wouldn't make it, now they're lining up for the agency. Bitches came and went, like waves on the shore, but the cliff remains, And since I made it, they've been tryna go, wanting the harvest without the rains. They just want me for my soul. They say that love is a drug, but my only drug is Hov – pure focus, no cut. I ain't even reach my peak. It's a blessing if you in my presence, let alone if you hear me speak. I am the lion, you sheep. Now these wolves that you follow are the wolves that you gotta feed, And they’ll eat you alive until your spirit is starved and hollowed. And that energy is bad, the company you keep Shouldn't be the reason that you weak. It should be the reason that you keep goin', The circle that I'm in is always growin' – geometry of the throne. [Pre-Chorus] We the best music, I know it. Underground swaggy. This mood is Sam Witwicky the artist... [Chorus] Sam Witwicky – sparks flying in the matrix. No scripts, just raw mechanics, breaking the silence with the basics. From the underground to the altar, the vision is cinematic, The artist is present, while everyone else is just erratic. Sam Witwicky – switching to autopilot. Freestyle – when I speak, the gutter turns to gold. We are the creators, you’re just the echo in the hall, Sam Witwicky – reality rising, watching your illusions fall. [Verse 2] I'm on my job, overtime – the time clock is my metronome. On my grind, overdrive – pulse racing through the concrete chrome. I'm the one, Obi-Wan. These bitches fly, Star Wars – navigating through the asteroid field of lies. I think I'm back to back with it, And I can be gone in sixty seconds, so we don't do a minute. Your timeline is sand, my legacy is granite stone, They always tryna give me the pen, but I'm the one who built the throne. And you can make it through any storm if you just know the mission, The clouds break open when the ego yields to the intuition. How many times I gotta say I ain't even reached my peak? It's a blessing if you in my presence, let alone if you hear me speak. I am the lion, you sheep. Now these wolves that you follow are the wolves that you gotta feed, You’re just the prey for the predators you call your idols. And that energy is bad, the company you keep Shouldn't be the reason that you weak. It should be the reason that you keep goin', The circle that I'm in is always growin'. [Bridge] Transform the pain into the next stage, From the junkyard of dreams to the center of the page. Witwicky! – The alloy holds, Witwicky! – The light unfolds. We don't need a label, we are the code. [Chorus] Sam Witwicky – sparks flying in the matrix. No scripts, just raw mechanics, breaking the silence with the basics. From the underground to the altar, the vision is cinematic, The artist is present, while everyone else is just erratic. Sam Witwicky – switching to autopilot. Freestyle – when I speak, the gutter turns to gold. We are the creators, you’re just the echo in the hall, Sam Witwicky – reality rising, watching your illusions fall. [Outro] Underground swaggy. I know it. Sam Witwicky... The artist.