Artist: PremRock & Willie Green Album: PremRock & Willie Green Song: Kill Your Idols Typed by: PremRock Ayo my favorite crew ain't coming with it So let's get uninhibited, imbibing getting live libation every line written The time signature, time shifting, rhyme different approach My idols did dope, sniff coke or living broke? I know, its all up for debate so I rummage through crates not to replicate the mistakes I put my plan into shape attempt to handle the weight Dismantle fate until the outcome is something I would create I'm like Ewing... I put my sweat in the garden Come back a couple months then I check for the Harvest.... Just being honest, ah, just being Markus It takes a lot in this world to be accomplished Na... na na na I kill my idols everyday Crossed out with Sharpie sharp wit, now a dull blade Dark days, how they gone astray Dog gone it they became what they hated an that is part of decay While they're trying to pay the rent...Not saving the day and gone is the cape.. But I don't sit and harbor the rage I'm not mad... Im just sayin' Kill your Idols Y'all I'm not playing The sooner you kill your idols the quicker you grow So get em up, get em up and let em go Because my favorite crew ain't coming with it My favorite Author is dead Just let em' go and learn to walk on the ledge. Because my favorite crew ain't coming with it The uninspired and done with it Like a failing Catholic marriage nobody gonna admit it Due to embarrassment I guess So you keep it dragging on unpleasant and so far from fresh This ain't genre specific This ain't that bring back boom-bap chronological bitchin' This ain't for the heartbroken not for the hardcore This ain't me trying eulogize any kind of artform This is that, free ya rhyme, read the signs Own your space Act like you own the place Fuck playing it safe Put your idols back in the crates Form your own fate Grow into your own face Nah... I never lived on a soap box I don't preach, go ahead drunk and blow spots Call that dude that's been staring a punk Make a sculpture out of junk Fuck it... do what you want Chorus 2X My favorite Author is dead I'm screaming off with his head I'm Freein' off of the head Talk him off of the ledge Id' rather walk on the edge Sit and talk with the dead You can talk with the heads And try to change up the past Talk about what could've been, should've been in your raps I'm flipping' off fate while I'm walking my own path Theres a reason you exist write till you bleed form the wrist And when you're done look back and say it was me in this bitch!