Observation
Ain't been long but we right back
I smoke backwoods not zig-zags
Big puff, big status like Sean Combs back in '96
I was motivated, watch the time tick
Way we cultivated shit, it's timeless
I gotta pick up the pen and remind 'em
I'm going in, my shit raw like no condom
I make a massacre, Hotel Rwanda
Back on my shit, back in my zone
Dictating like I'm Idi Amin
Colorblind, all I see is the green
Tell 'em pick a side, bitch it's you or I
Tell 'em level up 'til we eye to eye
Never, never land where you niggas live
No coming down from here
I'm magnificent, the omnipotent, the prophecies fulfillment
This installment, brand new proclamations for the indoctrination
These are words, take them as no more than just my observations
Reading the code of silence in my isolation
Hyper focused sound inside the ISO chamber
Slight arrangement,
Add a couple more steps to the process but I'll never change up
Niggas is malnourished, poor diet, edible and audible
The game shifted, switched up, I had to call an audible
I almost slipped, sloppy, sipping from a flask of Clase Azul
Smoking weed with my Rasta crew, we do the impossible
Providin' the mayhem 'til the day end
From the A.M to the P.M I'ma WWE niggas
I'ma pile-drive when I see niggas
I'ma Dale Earnhardt speed with it
I'ma take the fall before I leave nigga
Getting hella greedy, had to go and get it
I'ma take the mozzarella and the cheddar while the pan hot
Watching out for all the landmines
Planning on building an empire, make it sky-high in my spare time
Tell 'em I feel like a king, tell 'em I feel like a God
Terrorize you and your squad, like a montage
All headshots, tell 'em R.I.P with this monologue
Had to build it up and make it bubble
It's a miracle that we got through the struggle
It was hard enough so niggas act like they hard of hearing
When you renovate that's when they start revealing
We divide and conquer, taking out the weak
I got the sonic sounding fucking magnifique
I don't want helping hands, I do it manually
I'm a fucking monster, I'm a damn beast
On a campaign for the deposits
Mind frame like Chris Wallace
Staying on point and pocket
Working like I'm eating Top Ramen
Niggas like myself are not common
My perspective is a cool optic
Carcinogen make your view cloudy
All of that bullshit is too toxic
I smoke backwoods not zig-zags
Big puff, big status like Sean Combs back in '96
I was motivated, watch the time tick
Way we cultivated shit, it's timeless
I gotta pick up the pen and remind 'em
I'm going in, my shit raw like no condom
I make a massacre, Hotel Rwanda
Back on my shit, back in my zone
Dictating like I'm Idi Amin
Colorblind, all I see is the green
Tell 'em pick a side, bitch it's you or I
Tell 'em level up 'til we eye to eye
Never, never land where you niggas live
No coming down from here
I'm magnificent, the omnipotent, the prophecies fulfillment
This installment, brand new proclamations for the indoctrination
These are words, take them as no more than just my observations
Reading the code of silence in my isolation
Hyper focused sound inside the ISO chamber
Slight arrangement,
Add a couple more steps to the process but I'll never change up
Niggas is malnourished, poor diet, edible and audible
The game shifted, switched up, I had to call an audible
I almost slipped, sloppy, sipping from a flask of Clase Azul
Smoking weed with my Rasta crew, we do the impossible
Providin' the mayhem 'til the day end
From the A.M to the P.M I'ma WWE niggas
I'ma pile-drive when I see niggas
I'ma Dale Earnhardt speed with it
I'ma take the fall before I leave nigga
Getting hella greedy, had to go and get it
I'ma take the mozzarella and the cheddar while the pan hot
Watching out for all the landmines
Planning on building an empire, make it sky-high in my spare time
Tell 'em I feel like a king, tell 'em I feel like a God
Terrorize you and your squad, like a montage
All headshots, tell 'em R.I.P with this monologue
Had to build it up and make it bubble
It's a miracle that we got through the struggle
It was hard enough so niggas act like they hard of hearing
When you renovate that's when they start revealing
We divide and conquer, taking out the weak
I got the sonic sounding fucking magnifique
I don't want helping hands, I do it manually
I'm a fucking monster, I'm a damn beast
On a campaign for the deposits
Mind frame like Chris Wallace
Staying on point and pocket
Working like I'm eating Top Ramen
Niggas like myself are not common
My perspective is a cool optic
Carcinogen make your view cloudy
All of that bullshit is too toxic
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Writer(s): Brandon Michael Perry
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