Gold by Joe Proulx

I just wanna keep it real for a minute
Keep it 20-20 but my vision is infinite
Got my outlook high but my feelings all be hidden
Put them in these writtens
It’s a damn crime that that Lexus ain’t mine, but that Vibe is custom fitted
Feel it like I’m driving Pontiac but it’s really rented
Ain’t that a change of pace?
Got my morals in the bass
All my goals about the chase
When I’m home alone, find my hands together saying grace
Saying later to haters, I got no heart for a traitor
They feel my chill down in Gainesville like I play for the Gators
If you second guess me, your facts are bout as true as the Fader’s
In the cut like a razor, graduating with flow as my major
But whatchu know about the boys who working harder?
I know homies that had to see others turn into martyrs
Man, I had to work off the bench to be a starter
amazing in the final quarter like I’m half Vince Carter
I barter with your favorite rapper, he said I’m nice widit
Caught him on money fraud, don’t need my jeans to be ripped and
These flows are hand knitted, just feel that old school cadence
Like I’m running out of patience for every goal that I’m chasing
Could say I’m trail blazing, but that’s logically inaccurate
If I got married in Pittsburg, the reception would be immaculate
My interludes are feature films
My beats are sound tracks
Every time I record my inner mood, those checks don’t bounce back

I don’t need no diamond rings
And I’ll never trade my queen for kings
You know, my life is beautiful
When I got this heart of gold

I unerect the establishment
I do what I do so I pay the rent
I do not care for the lips of an angel but I can confirm I was heaven sent
All of my foes are completely irrelevant
And now I just wasted a line
All I see in the mainstream is pretty boys in Calvin Klein’s
Smoke yo dope, I’m selling mine
Cause I always got these lines
Y’all can suck on orange rinds
I’m taking shots while you ride the pine
And I hope that it’s okay
I reign in the Courts like I’m Parquet
Man, I’ll shoot a trey, man, I’ll even fade
Now my fingertips lookin like ashtrays
I layer these songs like a parfait
Imma show out now
I’ve been balling out since my driveway
Don’t make me show you how
Nobody showed me what I should be doing, I just followed a path of my own
Every time that I would stay up too late, I was working my hands to the bone
And now, man, I’m free
Everyone out there, you sleeping on me
Rap game had me go like ay to the “z”
But it’s all good, I got friends in right places
I’m running pick n roll while the rest are rounding bases
If my mind blanks, I fill in the spaces
I outline what my mind traces
Everything comes together right before that bass hits
You gotta learn to embrace it
If you a player, I’m Naismith
Flow comes undone, I’ll lace it
Everything is understood on the surface, but that’s paper thin
Epidermis is too thick, I dig deeper in order to win

• Alternative
• Instrumental Hip-Hop
• Jazz rap
• indie rock
• post punk
• producer
• Winnipeg