The Gap

Nick Weaver:
I snap fingers like/Back bring it right to the front/We all on that rap singer life/Starving or you charging/Balling or your bottom dollar dissolved in ya wallet, now you caught up in a promise/All of them conglomerates of which the polished dollars been demolished got ya kicking in the fall like it was autumn/The ottoman’s up, my 99 percenters/Ride relentess/With ya mind bending corners tryin’ to get it/I’m with you baby, you with me baby?/Shit it is crazy/Been debating why all feelin sacrificial lately/City scaping, night dwelling/Bus, biking, light railing/Might mail a damn letter to somebody asking why the plight’s swellin/Staring at the moon, screaming at the sun/Watch that gap open up as we fall one by one…

Nige Hood:
I’m looking for a resolution/Flying higher than the plane that crashed and took out Aaliyah/I rock the boat and close and my row my eyes behind a sea and ocean of fire/Growing higher/Wake up sweating in my sleeping attire/You scratch a lie you find a thief right?/But what if your mind’s playing tricks on you/What if the last time you say that it’s the last time since the first time karma falls down on you/What if the world tripped and hit the reset button/Ain’t no microwave ovens/How would you get food/With no likes online, what is your value?/Who would make you secure, these are thoughts I explore…

I see the forest for the trees I mean roll my evergreen in backwoods
Medellins and seventeen, young Kingpin with these rap goods…