[Intro — spoken, no music, street noise only] [traffic, footsteps, distant voices] Yeah — 'scuse me, 'scuse me — how y'all doin' tonight? [people murmuring] Hey — appreciate you. Real quick, I ain't sellin' nothin' I ain't askin' for money. I do this thing — I rap. Off the top [person: "For real? Like right now?"] Right now. All I need is a few words from y'all And I mean real words — not easy ones Don't gimme "love," don't gimme "dream" Gimme somethin' that don't fit in a rhyme [person laughs: "Okay… kerfuffle?"] Kerfuffle? [laughs] Okay. Alright. [another person: "Lukewarm."] Lukewarm. Yeah. [another person: "Lopsided."] Lopsided. Mm. [another person: "Cobweb."] Cobweb. Okay — y'all really tryna test me Gimme a second… [beat drops — slow, lazy, jazz piano, warm and close] Yeah — let's go [Verse 1] Kerfuffle — that's a big word for a small damn mess Like two people arguin' 'bout who loves who less I seen it at the bus stop, seen it at the store Two grown folks yellin' 'bout a cart and a door And I thought — man, we really make a mountain from a pebble Whole lotta noise for a whole lotta nothin', on the level So I step back, let the kerfuffle spin 'Cause the ones who stay quiet are the ones who win [Verse 2] Lukewarm — that's the worst thing you can be Not hot, not cold, just… somewhere in between Like coffee that sat too long on the desk Like a hug from someone who don't really care less I'd rather you hate me than give me that half I'd rather you leave than give me that laugh 'Cause a lukewarm love is a slow kinda death And I ain't got the time for a half-hearted breath [Verse 3] Lopsided — that's the way my whole life been One shoe on, one shoe off, always leanin' in the wind My chair at the table never sat on four legs My dreams in one pocket, my fears in the other, in bags But a lopsided walk still gets you somewhere A crooked old smile still cuts through the air So I lean, and I tilt, and I make it my own 'Cause the straight ones break first, and the crooked ones roam [Verse 4] Cobweb — that's the thing that you don't see till it's there Thin little trap hangin' soft in the air Built in the corners while you wasn't lookin' Made by the quiet, not the ones out there bookin' And I thought about my past — all the things I let sit All the dust, all the webs, all the mess I ain't quit So I took a broom to it, swept it all down 'Cause a cobweb ain't a home, it's just a ghost in a gown [Outro — beat fades back to street noise] Yeah… Kerfuffle, lukewarm, lopsided, cobweb Four dumb words, one mic, one breath [person laughing: "Yo, that was crazy"] Appreciate y'all. Appreciate y'all. Stay safe out here [footsteps, traffic fading]
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