[Papa] So yeah, I work retail...right? I know my job like the back of my hand But I can't remember shit in my daily life Then I get.....distracted....like Like that time I saw a bag o' nuts It was 5 dollars in passin' Made me stop ‘n’ think....a creator bagged ma nuts Now I gotta pay taxes…really? How the fuck that make sense? Work to make a dollar, 'n' fer every one I pay cents? Tax ain't a shape So why 5 point 5 percent round ta 6 cents? Why we only got 5 senses? Algebraic equations intertwining info Who else feel brain broke? Lemme take a consensus Why we blocked from sixth sense? The world holdin' us in tents The restriction got me tense My mind strained immense Can't think straight, rhymes get bent I stay bendin' an' moldin' the schemes til I'm spent, aimin' to ghost write, Papa on the gen, gettin’ my mind right, brain steady like a bag o' nuts, tearin' it open, spill it 'n' cause a fuss, nuts on the floor rollin' like wheels on a bus, goin' round 'n' round, calm myself, get lyrically sound, but then I think I'm nuts, and then I think of peanuts, then how people-er nuts, how I can seep through the cuts, navigate a world where we are seen but there's no trust, diggin' deeper 'n' deeper til we hit the crust, slice it off clean but we absorbent like a sponge, dust soaked bread like we playin' on Rust, connectin' dots to unrelated topics til my head go bust, Papa poppin' awful whispy it's so risky, they like "I hope he whisk me from all these thoughts", my mind make apparitions, ego visions, egotistic intermissions, I claim my skill and feed the collisions, fuelin' disastrous pungent confidence, back 'n' forth i fight and expunge the positives, arc -ing Ee-leck-triss-itty, mentally take a plunge off a balcony, I see 'em left missin' me, and the visions scream......Why my thoughts been messin' with the best of me?.... [Hollow Idolz - Ichi] I grind daily, hands scarred from liftin' heavy loads, buildin' structures tall while life explodes, Sweat mixin' tears... why's it always this heavy?... pushin' music to heal the black, passion burnin'—or is it just smoke? Papa D, yo wisdom hit hard... why'd you have to bounce so quick?... real as the hits I took, gone too soon, left me shook, Him 'n' a tight crew, authentic through the hurt... why do fakes even try?... stretchin' smirks, lurkin' in the dirt, AI rappers invadin' quick... churnin' junk in secs—how's that even fair?... keyword hacks crankin' tracks that lack, Whole sets droppin' bland... no pain, just code—why do people eat that slop?... rottin' souls, drivin' me to snap, I almost dipped... boards 'n' beats buried deep—buried like family I visit quiet... why keep visitin' ghosts? Thoughts skid... yo—like losin' kin too quick... heart ripped—why rip it again?... but back to spittin', no quit, Craft with raw ache... passion bakin' in each take—why bake when it burns?... sad songs I make... but playlists ghost 'em—why? One day ma cry rings like legends—Pac, Big, ramp kings too... why chase legends when I'm chasin' blue? But crowds blind to genuine grief... real blood spills—why spill for nothin'?... not circuits drillin' chills, Side veer—nuts?... bolts securin' nothin' now... why bolt when AI loosens grips?... trippin' flips somehow—how? Papa D urged push past loss... no easy paths—why easy anyway?... stack words with wrath, no bot aftermath, Chosen real spit timeless fire... while devices mire—why mire art in wire?... turnin' craft to dire, I forge on... moldin' lines with soul's blaze—girlfriend ghosted... left ma days dazed—why ghost the haze? Nearly folded... yeah, but nah—skate through pain... why skate when it hurts?... melodies remain, bots can't claim ma gain, Brain jumps—wait, ex bounced, left me wrecked... progress?... confess?... nah, digress—why digress every sec? Passion propels ma script... one day blastin' vast—why vast when small hurts most?... true surge smashin' past the cast, Grindin' palms to pen... linkin' bars that mend—mend what?... no cheats, just bends meetin' ends—ends? AI cues cuein' speedy slush... but ma depth gush—why gush when they slush?... outrush the hush—hush what? Thoughts whirl—family void voids joy... but I deploy voice—why voice the void?... no toy, Handpicked crew true... no facade brew—why brew facades?... while bots spew blah, blockin' ma hurrah, Emotion storms ma sheet... passion fleet—why fleet when it sticks?... turnin' sorrow sweet—sweet? Almost vanished... but reconstructed stance—reconstructed how?... authenticity dance—dance where? Folks stray from real raw... ignore the flaw—why ignore the lawless draw?... in lawless draw, But I elevate... voice vibratin' hate... one day great... why these thoughts still mess with the best of me...? [Papa] Just how ma-brain works People pop topics, I stay steady on ‘em, no stoppin’ My opinion placates, sets stages for peaceful play dates Jump from place to place but I make calm in the migrate No time for shit, I either win or leave it stalemate One an’ done, won’ diss til I'm blueface Sometimes I lose myself Yeah I make mistakes Sometimes I'm focused Sometimes I'm not Mind buzzin’, angry locust Pullin’ the crowns, gold ‘pon skulls Symbolism don't make ya'll royalty Put ‘em in a bunch of rooms, you en’ up wit’ disloyalty A phantom, like Daniel goin’ Ghost Ghost ya, ride tha, wave off, Vikingur in my vein fo’ strength I promise ya’ll I don’ take ya in vain, Invain he flow insane When I’m mind crazed, hit my boi Vaelrix when I need some moral intake Mental inception, thought in thought in thought, then I see Ovi in the ring hittin’ licks in peace, I need a hold ‘pon my leash Mind's a mess an’, Nezkith my boy I gotta mention Hop on high ground, taught me how ta balance Control and chaos, plan how my mind explode Hear tha light like bright sound Beltin’ crazy rhyme scheme Ee-chee, I ain't makin’ sense to them The intent is the shattered thought process in real time Got Seven on my line, brother hang by my side Bro picture the pain ta bliss, lyrical stew brewer Chef skill slay on’ this list Ya’ll my boys, hate on ya’ll ‘n’ I straight dis-miss Too busy bein’ real, no time fo’ hatred Problems on problems but nobody can match my shit Now ya’ll see the Papa Matrix Real as fuck, no stoppin’ ma music twitch My unorthodox mind Ya’ll either with me or lost in the wind Ya'll my bro's ‘n’ collabs feel like unlawful type shit. Too many to thank, so watch out Got more bombs to drop, here I sit….. [Papa x Ichi Dialogue] "Hey Ichi...knock knock" "Who's there" "Papa D" "Papa D who?" "Pop a Deez Nuts"
