EP
So a lot of guys make one or two songs and think they're gonna be the next biggest rapper
But they don't take time to sit back and refine their skills and get better
I mean that's what I've been doing man
I do this for fun I just want ya'll to remember I only do it for fun
So without further ado I welcome y'all to my EP, mixtape, bullshit thing
yea, Slink, yea, yea, yea
Blast your ass back
Consider new aspects
A flak jack' for the barrage of big cats
Make stacks no need to flip packs for gas
Talk a lot of shit you sure you're 'bout that
All trippy shit like flapjack
An' after my dick she duck walk quack
Wanna know my ticks? Well I'll make a manual and slap em' with a big paperback
Ooo everybody look at me, I just dropped a new EP
Comin' down on the DL DZ crushing everybody like a SOB
Mind is always moving rapidly like an SMG
Put em' in a constant state of OMG
Here's a prosthesis for my proximity IED
AED revive them shockingly ASAP
Cover the bases coming out of cryostasis better go relearn all your basics
Follow the trend of extending out to heinous, placid, ghastly faces shits gotta end
I don't know how or where to begin
O to the M to the E to the N
Looking in my mailbox what did god send
What do you believe in? It's a blend
Not playing to the pinnacle of group self interest
Instead I focus on self absolvance
Slide salvia reality solvent
Puffing out the cauldron find out we're all just held back walking coffins
Hit em back, hit em back, hit em back woah
Hit em back, hit em back, hit em' with the flow
Feel the waves into motion
Kosher models got me swollen
Say she love me that's precocious
Throw her game back break her coding,
Woop-dee-do to me at least I got a dopamine release I mean WOOO
Sorry bro I don't mean to be petty but she hear my name and she get more peppy
Believing everything that she telly
Its right in plain sight with no ghillie
Why can't you see it
Eyes too heavy
Tryna help out but you just ain't ready
Not quite a god but I'm feelin' kinda demi wanna make up my mind but instead i make many
Play the beat what manifest is all verbal shenanigans
I love hearing all my epigrams
When you listen you don't get it man
Everything goes over your head
Left cheek meet right hand
Don't speak unless permitted man
I like silence chill with a lamb
Nostalgic moonbeams
Look at my bar-scheme
Made a couple bad songs my catharsis
Released good ones everyone's rocking
Hold up, oh shit, I think I'm getting carsick
'Bout to be departed
Morbid artist
EP not for the faint of hearted
My words are sharpened
I'm getting wheezy you know it's me, Slink
But they don't take time to sit back and refine their skills and get better
I mean that's what I've been doing man
I do this for fun I just want ya'll to remember I only do it for fun
So without further ado I welcome y'all to my EP, mixtape, bullshit thing
yea, Slink, yea, yea, yea
Blast your ass back
Consider new aspects
A flak jack' for the barrage of big cats
Make stacks no need to flip packs for gas
Talk a lot of shit you sure you're 'bout that
All trippy shit like flapjack
An' after my dick she duck walk quack
Wanna know my ticks? Well I'll make a manual and slap em' with a big paperback
Ooo everybody look at me, I just dropped a new EP
Comin' down on the DL DZ crushing everybody like a SOB
Mind is always moving rapidly like an SMG
Put em' in a constant state of OMG
Here's a prosthesis for my proximity IED
AED revive them shockingly ASAP
Cover the bases coming out of cryostasis better go relearn all your basics
Follow the trend of extending out to heinous, placid, ghastly faces shits gotta end
I don't know how or where to begin
O to the M to the E to the N
Looking in my mailbox what did god send
What do you believe in? It's a blend
Not playing to the pinnacle of group self interest
Instead I focus on self absolvance
Slide salvia reality solvent
Puffing out the cauldron find out we're all just held back walking coffins
Hit em back, hit em back, hit em back woah
Hit em back, hit em back, hit em' with the flow
Feel the waves into motion
Kosher models got me swollen
Say she love me that's precocious
Throw her game back break her coding,
Woop-dee-do to me at least I got a dopamine release I mean WOOO
Sorry bro I don't mean to be petty but she hear my name and she get more peppy
Believing everything that she telly
Its right in plain sight with no ghillie
Why can't you see it
Eyes too heavy
Tryna help out but you just ain't ready
Not quite a god but I'm feelin' kinda demi wanna make up my mind but instead i make many
Play the beat what manifest is all verbal shenanigans
I love hearing all my epigrams
When you listen you don't get it man
Everything goes over your head
Left cheek meet right hand
Don't speak unless permitted man
I like silence chill with a lamb
Nostalgic moonbeams
Look at my bar-scheme
Made a couple bad songs my catharsis
Released good ones everyone's rocking
Hold up, oh shit, I think I'm getting carsick
'Bout to be departed
Morbid artist
EP not for the faint of hearted
My words are sharpened
I'm getting wheezy you know it's me, Slink
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Slinkman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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