Post Rock (Feat. Jackie Hill Perry & Eshon Burgundy)

Post-rock
So we posted up
Post what this world about
Word 'em up
Word of mouth
Pouring out
Crown after crown 
Lay 'em down
Post-rock
So we posted up
Post what this world about
Word 'em up
Word of mouth
Pouring out
Crown after crown 
Lay 'em down

Yo I'm post what poster boys post about
Oprahs
Posers, bragging out they open mouths
Used to be about it
Praise of self, uh 
Oozing out my very mouth
Cobras
Venom leaking out our very mouths
Pride indulging
Bulging out our necks be the poison
Pharisees in baggy pants
Wolf clothes encroaching
Patting every backpacker 
Calling them the chosen
The Chosen Ones, O-B 1's
Only cause grace be unfolding
The greatness that you claim fixed
Can only equate to His greatness
Makes sense, yo
Calling it our culture
But our culture stays posing
Compounding our confoundment
With entitlement, defilement's inside
We just punks
Trying to play punk rock
Post-rock stars
I'm posting that I'm broke
Truth made by God
I'm proposing that we post-rock
Deflecting applause
Even the stars
With God, uh, don't play stars
We are

Post-rock
So we posted up
Post what this world about
Word 'em up
Word of mouth
Pouring out
Crown after crown 
Lay 'em down
Post-rock
So we posted up
Post what this world about
Word 'em up
Word of mouth
Pouring out
Crown after crown 
Lay 'em down

I suppose I was a poser
Posing for posts until the masses seen me
Grabbed the beads with Hail Mary
Sagging Magdalene sheet
Had a trail of issues
Grab a magazine and read me
It's entertaining ain't it
I'm like your TV, I like it 3D
I do it all the time, hey gotta see it
My life is VC
Wave a banner with my name and change my name to Nisi
Clap, clap, that's all I wanted, even the beat repeats me
Post-rock, post-pride, most die, post-lies
Supposed to be posting bout most highs
Not the spliff sitting in lips, darker than tints
But, sitting riches, sitting inches too far from your skies
Pilate, Roman guards, keeping kingdoms from most eyes
cll they see is a poser, posting closer with ghost minds
These ghost rhymes written for psych
I'm post-blinds, watching clocks on the walls
Wait your time

Post-rock
So we posted up
Post what this world about
Word 'em up
Word of mouth
Pouring out
Crown after crown 
Lay 'em down
Post-rock
So we posted up
Post what this world about
Word 'em up
Word of mouth
Pouring out
Crown after crown 
Lay 'em down

I'm post everything that ever thought it made me
My way should've got aborted when He saved me
Baptized, came up out the water like the Navy
I'm from that tribe of Judah
From the sewer, smelling like Kahlua
Now I'm posted up in a pair of paisley Chucks
Matching my environment
My soul out of retirement
Humbled by the thought I could ever be past my past
Pummeled by the thoughts that would make some go smash and grab
He gave up that plasma for us all
That bloody cash
Now I'm reborn, I'm brand new, still wearing my tag
What's postpartum
Poster boy for the autumn
That's the fall to the ghost
Boredom or pardon
By way of the cross
I stay at a loss
I'm losing myself
My pre-game show made me hang low
I still remain true to myself cause of the Father's kindness
Dismiss my blindness
Now I embrace His Highness
Honest

Post-rock
So we posted up
Post what this world about
Word 'em up
Word of mouth
Pouring out
Crown after crown 
Lay 'em down
Post-rock
So we posted up
Post what this world about
Word 'em up
Word of mouth
Pouring out
Crown after crown 
Lay 'em down