"Shining" lyrics
(feat. Chris Webby)
Have you ever had a single moments thoughts about my responsibilities?
Have you ever thought a single solitary moment about my responsibilities?
[Grieves:]
They can't believe that I made it a dub plus in these shoes and I'm still walkin'
Took a couple hits in the jaw and I kept talkin'
The line cook, went from writin' rhymes in the walk in
To six figure salaries, flying across the Baltic
That's pen on the paper, that's my blood on wax
Cats itchin' to catch vapors, make the ozone crack
My panic and faith molded, what came as a flamethrower
A fire that slowly spread across the map
Shit I was highly medicated, tryna find a balance in my brain
I never really thought that I was gonna make it
Even when I got a couple dollars in my pocket
There was always someone there to come around and try to take it
Testin' my patience
I don't even think my city knows that I'm alive
They probably think that I caved in back in my basement
Back to the claps and the bass hits
Back to the cracks in the pavement
It's all work and no play
Dull boy, cold days
No chance and no shame
Shit, you ain't gettin' outta here anyway
All work and no play
Dull boy, cold days outside
It's a tough old world
Put the axe through the door
And I keep on shinin'
Yeah, I keep on shinin'
'Til it's redrum I'ma keep on shinin'
I'ma keep on shinin'
Put an axe through the door
Man, I keep on shinin'
[Chris Webby:]
I started out as a scruffy runt of a cub that my bosses could never supervise
Sellin' eighths on lunch break at Leslie's Pool Supplies
With a hunger to rebel and revolutionize
And see the world through a ruler's eyes while they scrutinize
I was soon to rise and developin' everyday
As I crawled up out the graves that I dug myself on the way
It was all work but shit, I made a hell of a play
I'm a bad motherfucker, don't know what else I could say
Kept the mind sharp, makin' shit move like Eleven
Learned through disputes, use truth as a weapon
Shit, I'm ruthless, when Webby let loose with the venom
I'ma turn this booth into Room 237
What grew to obsession had started as just a reverie
For all these mental problems, the music became the remedy
Drum patterns and melodies
Stimulatin' my sensories
But still, I had this voice in the back of my head tellin' me
That it's no play and all work
'Cause your enemies will come without a call first
Turn the heat up on those fuckers 'til it thaws dirt
So when you bury 'em, you'll be workin' with soft Earth
Yeah, it's all work and it's no play
Keeps a dull boy warm through the cold days
You better bundle up, you'll feel the draft
When I put the damn axe through the door
[Grieves:]
And I keep on shinin'
Yeah, I keep on shinin'
'Til it's redrum I'ma keep on shinin'
I'ma keep on shinin'
Put an axe through the door
Man, I keep on shinin'
Have you ever thought a single solitary moment about my responsibilities?
[Grieves:]
They can't believe that I made it a dub plus in these shoes and I'm still walkin'
Took a couple hits in the jaw and I kept talkin'
The line cook, went from writin' rhymes in the walk in
To six figure salaries, flying across the Baltic
That's pen on the paper, that's my blood on wax
Cats itchin' to catch vapors, make the ozone crack
My panic and faith molded, what came as a flamethrower
A fire that slowly spread across the map
Shit I was highly medicated, tryna find a balance in my brain
I never really thought that I was gonna make it
Even when I got a couple dollars in my pocket
There was always someone there to come around and try to take it
Testin' my patience
I don't even think my city knows that I'm alive
They probably think that I caved in back in my basement
Back to the claps and the bass hits
Back to the cracks in the pavement
It's all work and no play
Dull boy, cold days
No chance and no shame
Shit, you ain't gettin' outta here anyway
All work and no play
Dull boy, cold days outside
It's a tough old world
Put the axe through the door
And I keep on shinin'
Yeah, I keep on shinin'
'Til it's redrum I'ma keep on shinin'
I'ma keep on shinin'
Put an axe through the door
Man, I keep on shinin'
[Chris Webby:]
I started out as a scruffy runt of a cub that my bosses could never supervise
Sellin' eighths on lunch break at Leslie's Pool Supplies
With a hunger to rebel and revolutionize
And see the world through a ruler's eyes while they scrutinize
I was soon to rise and developin' everyday
As I crawled up out the graves that I dug myself on the way
It was all work but shit, I made a hell of a play
I'm a bad motherfucker, don't know what else I could say
Kept the mind sharp, makin' shit move like Eleven
Learned through disputes, use truth as a weapon
Shit, I'm ruthless, when Webby let loose with the venom
I'ma turn this booth into Room 237
What grew to obsession had started as just a reverie
For all these mental problems, the music became the remedy
Drum patterns and melodies
Stimulatin' my sensories
But still, I had this voice in the back of my head tellin' me
That it's no play and all work
'Cause your enemies will come without a call first
Turn the heat up on those fuckers 'til it thaws dirt
So when you bury 'em, you'll be workin' with soft Earth
Yeah, it's all work and it's no play
Keeps a dull boy warm through the cold days
You better bundle up, you'll feel the draft
When I put the damn axe through the door
[Grieves:]
And I keep on shinin'
Yeah, I keep on shinin'
'Til it's redrum I'ma keep on shinin'
I'ma keep on shinin'
Put an axe through the door
Man, I keep on shinin'
