Motivated

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I see lines between real and fake shit
No mistaking, I’m the one to solve the problem before you saw an equation
Most of you basic, I’m prolific as particle fission art in the midst of mission invasion
I ain’t a Patron Saint, some days I kill people, others I make em faint
I would never let myself be the things I hate, I. Am. Everything that patience ain’t (peep)
I’m a major pain no Damon Wayans, open up and let me make some waves (you finna see)
Or at least, can you please, let me know what you can do to help me pave the way
'Cause I’m so ready for change, some of y’all are three loans deep saying begging is strange
I stay ahead of the games, I invented the rules
And I can be a lot of shit but I’m never the fool (you feel me?!)
I ain’t no better than you, I just work harder and really what the hell do you do?
Thinking you started a movement so you never improve?
You just settle for whatever is cool? (Man ya killin me!)
Don’t let me get to your crew, if your the carpenter no words for every tool
None harder in your circle, they’ll never be you
Or so they telling you with every move (curse of the yes men)
It is inevitable, for me to step into your zone seeking levers to pull I’m searching for a trap door fit for sending you through
The mutineer to put an end to your rule (I am the enemy)
With Cee in the mix, I’m seeing the fix, I’m asking all the right questions, you pleading the fifth (you scared?!)
If you believe you’re the shit then keep it legit, and step up and speak for a bit (yeaaaa)
Was your motivation blatantly over-stated? 'Cause yo, I’m out of patience
And if I see the throne is vacant, I’m taking it, this is a Poe invasion (give it to me)

Verse 2: Cee
Let’s go, I’m motivated, to the point that it’s annoying, all I talk about’s the road to make it
I’m, never hated, that’s some shit that really bothering me, homie, I’ve been tryina change it
I’m, on your playlist, I’ve seen the numbers, BrewHeads been a motherfuckin’ party favourite
I’m, nearly famous, nah I ain’t shit, maybe somewhere in the middle when the tape hits
Let’s be real for a minute here, me and Nosh hit a plane with a plan to be really big
It’s been 5 long years but our names in the mix, and we still a hit but we nearly there
And I ain’t trippin’, not even really a little bit
The team stupid sick and most dudes are shit, for the work we did, we need a JUNO and a Grammy and an ARIA, we comin’ in a little bit
I’m so focused, and so dope sick, tryina shake the monkey right off and it’s hopeless
The shit had a tight control of me when I was a lower case g and I’ve been losing control since
I’d have never had guessed it, rappin’ took me to exotic lands with a brand and a message
I went from a tape deck to a pay cheque for a great set with the fam that I mess with
And me and Po3 been cool, we go back to them Oaktown days in a smoked out haze
And it took us 7 goddamn years, but the album really here, motherfucker we done broke out straight
International, democratical, no weekend, dog, no sabbatical
This is tactical, tyrannical, moves on the capital, and I ain’t even mad at you