Lunch Break by Francis Arevalo

i’m only playin'
and you’re STILL replayin’
this is 81, the 3rd quarter when I get to Klayin'
i’m Larry Bird with the words
yet these all that dudes just talk trash
all whack when the music’s playin’
felt like a Kobe J, like i started fading
i started talkin’ and i Rose like Jalen
then found Jacoby, only those who know me closely knew what i was aiming
when they “sub" to me, it’s like they put Lebron James in
i'll change the game like when Dirk started playin,
mean i stretch metaphors(fours) 'til they see that my position’s staying
imma tell ya now, you can watch my partners make it
honestly, the best bar's yellin’ out: my squads amazing
stop contemplating, all that contempt and hating
shouldn't tempt a brainstorm, you don’t want a tempest raining
while you’re sleeping on ya boy and writing lazy
catch me out the coffin, talking shop long in coffee places
i gotta say this, who else can match the playlist
do they sound good on paper? do they sound good on pages?
you 15 minute famous, i need 15 minute stages,
til i’m in your home putting my own name up in your playlist
i was ill-fated, now with more skill,
my fate's to be so ill, killa, i’m only in beta
i’m an all-star, life is making headlines
i watch out for the cap, while y’all just trade deadlines

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Vancouver