Kane Smego - Pot Liquor Lyrics

I'm in the stu-u-u
Brewing up the pot liquor

Gathered folks, I propose that we have a toast,
To all that we hold close and don't fit in a status post
The battle-scarred femme matadors of our daddy's horns
Our shattered stars wrapped in our hearts like the catacombs

Scatter poems over the earth where dearly departed make a garden (Rowdy)
Cream of the crop, but early Autumn came to harvest harbor
Legacies in 4-4, benevolent deeds, our souls hold
Embedded debris, indebted I be, whenever I breathe this ozone

Make sure my mentors know they meant more
Than a name drop
Than a leg up or a network or my net worth
And a paystub

Four years no drop, should I concede an "L"?
Stacking the pine up for my casket thinking there's finally a nail
You finna find me in the finals crunch time I'm Lionel
Cuz we get Messi in the dirty, let the griminess prevail

Alive and well my lifespan's an advantage, gray
Fox, got the silver like Anderson and Vanderlei
The drop make 'em shiver like I'm brandishing a hand grenade
Pull the pen I'm triggered, Bruce Banner with gamma rays

I'm in the stu-u-u
They looking for a dominant performance?
Brewing up the pot liquor
I'm trying to be a shaman and a swordsman

Been more than a decade since my father chose to float the river Styx
I wish he coulda lived to give my only kid a kiss
That's a liver kick delivered boldly to the ribs,
I hope my inner gifts'll help me cope, I reminisce and know
I's born trill, learned to endure and heal, ignoring all the chlorophyl
Lies, claiming the green'll make us thrive
I survived like Evander with the pen, it got that Holy feel,
I'm breaking curses till I'm hearsed in like Zora Neale

Eyes watching God, my baby boy's divine
And wifey really might could turn them lágrimas to wine
Mami got the shine and her lightning birthed a thunderclap
My son's a walking benediction like a Cumberbatch, run it back

I'm in the stu-u-u
With the roux to make the plot thicken

I'm tired of chasing accolades I want the kinship
Throwing too much salt make your flavors non-existent
I know that I'm almost 40 so I'm "slated for extinction"
But please don't get it twisted I still slay this with the ink pen

Circumnavigated the equator while I spit gems
Vouched by word of mouth or validated with a film lens
I'm no Killer Mic, but when these egos glisten,
I Run the Juelz with the Camera-on like Jada did to Dipset,

And Kane ain't plead the fifth yet
Better make sure that you listen
Cuz that's finna be the key like a Kiss to the Lox
Take your time, we just sipping, no shots

Catch me in the stu
Catch me in the stu, yeah
Brewing up the pot liquor
Catch me in the stu
Catch me in the stu, yeah
Brewing up the pot liquor
Brewing up the pot liquor