[Intro: MadeinTYO]
Tokyo

[Chorus: Ransom]
I told you to hold your whispers
Art that moves the soul, let's call it a motion picture
Yeah, I think history chose a victor
A king without his throne, the one with the golden scriptures

[Verse 1: Ransom]
So clear that it's right in front of me
If it's too much information to gather, I write the summery
These kids needed hope, I was there so they ran up under me
No fears of your plans to punish me
You are the man that you are but you're not the man that you wanna be
Don't ever try to front to me, I'm in sync with my instincts
Hard to have clean thoughts when еverything you let in stinks
Upscale gin drinks, wondеr how n***as who win think
A little bit of that evil money'll make ya sin shrink

[Chorus: Ransom]
Yeah, I told you to hold your whispers
Art that moves the soul, let's call it a motion picture
Yeah, I think history chose a victor
A king without his throne, the one with the golden scriptures
[Post-Chorus: Ransom]
Tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why can they do me like, yeah
Why? Why? Tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, haha, can they do me like, yeah

[Verse 2: Ransom]
I feel like it's quite amazing alone
Don't take offense to this, but I'd rather stay in my zone
My status make it unknown
Why choose to think like a peasant? My stature made for a throne
You'd rather say that I've changed than to actually say that I've grown
But shit, guess that's human nature
Don't talk spicy, then lose your flavor, they do replace ya
I'm more likely to move an acre than choose a caper
Nowadays, crime don't pay the amount of wage
So why carry just to induce your labor?
Huh, if you speak your mind, then them folks'll fear ya
We can lead the blind if the scope is clearer
Yeah, in a special place where they hope to hear ya
Just know, when I reflect this fire without no smoke and mirrors
Nah, if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be
Can't explain what them words meant to be
Betrayed by the code 'cause the game was the first friend to me
So you're one missed call away from your worst enemy
[Verse 3: J. Arrr]
My spirit is more defined than the pages in Websters
So I'd rather be mortified than a slave to your leverage
Shit they glorify isn't vaguely impressive
Defeats the purpose like praying for blessings
Then ignoring signs that's relaying the message
Lay wit' the peasants, they wanna hang or they tryna lynch ya
In all my friendships, we find forever in common interest
Bein' the best how we design intentions
So in competition, if I ain’t number one, it feels like honor mention
Hard to listen when it’s no passion harbored, they ask for stardom
Sometimes that road leads to fast arrivals and sad departures
I played the benches and surpassed the starters
I assist 'em and they couldn't pay up so they asked to barter
Half these artists, they can't even relate to y'all
You see my mistakes and flaws but peep that my patience lost
I had to get my wait up, fuck a rehydration clause, I'm takin' off
The boss ain't always who they make in charge, yeah