Infinity (feat. Dutchie & Nicole Jaskot)
In a Land Before Time, Littlefoots stomped the yard
When hydrogen was hyperactive striking in the stars
Settling the atoms in a galaxy so far
My prophecy feel composite and locked into the tar
I'm an outer body fellow
Mind wiggle like the jello
Sliming off the limoncello
Wonder why the sun so yellow
We been building up the Lego
But when should one just let go
Already got the Eggo
And a box of Cigarillos
A box on top my palm that display the greatest meadows
And the Terminator predecessor Amazon Echo
Echo echo we're swimming in the excess
Google reads my messages like all my crazy exes
I'm the ambiance the opulence and opposite in one
Put the mirror in front of sinners so it shows just what we've done
Carving symbols out of granite granted who could foresee this
Filling pools with the fetus
Sealing fools into grievance
Seasons greetings from the future post-apocalypse
Pods is stocked with carbon copies observing through Oculus
Automatic operations offered for your body prints
Pulse soul mind social number we need all of it
Dollars come from shiny rocks, factory procedures
Computer number crunching, tapping add features
Regardless of the conquest and the many clocks that's ticking
The soul of any body worth the same as any pigeon
95
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
The story begins, live a life of glory and sin
Cracking 40's in Timbs, rolling passing more to my kin
Living life hella bruises till my warriors win
To king pins from a youngin' blunted pouring out gin
Upon the corner, you looking like a foreigner then
Seek your place or greet the reaper-meet the horror within
The aura of sin, look into the eyes of a real one
I feel nun, izm in my blood my people deal sum
Seen some leaking like spilled rum
In the streets we were taught to gain our meals from
Been with them real ones, Markham and Steeles son
My right hand folded and I'm still numb
Got me feeling like I'm Kim Jong Ill son for real son
Skills distilled but still I'm Ill son, flow dirtier than a MILFs tongue
Pause, we ain't just no average human beings, we gods
Step into this path with my sword clashing
I forecasted money, show the broke what the format is
They just hand me downs, don't pay no mind if the store has it
95 I be killing 'em ah
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
95
When hydrogen was hyperactive striking in the stars
Settling the atoms in a galaxy so far
My prophecy feel composite and locked into the tar
I'm an outer body fellow
Mind wiggle like the jello
Sliming off the limoncello
Wonder why the sun so yellow
We been building up the Lego
But when should one just let go
Already got the Eggo
And a box of Cigarillos
A box on top my palm that display the greatest meadows
And the Terminator predecessor Amazon Echo
Echo echo we're swimming in the excess
Google reads my messages like all my crazy exes
I'm the ambiance the opulence and opposite in one
Put the mirror in front of sinners so it shows just what we've done
Carving symbols out of granite granted who could foresee this
Filling pools with the fetus
Sealing fools into grievance
Seasons greetings from the future post-apocalypse
Pods is stocked with carbon copies observing through Oculus
Automatic operations offered for your body prints
Pulse soul mind social number we need all of it
Dollars come from shiny rocks, factory procedures
Computer number crunching, tapping add features
Regardless of the conquest and the many clocks that's ticking
The soul of any body worth the same as any pigeon
95
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
The story begins, live a life of glory and sin
Cracking 40's in Timbs, rolling passing more to my kin
Living life hella bruises till my warriors win
To king pins from a youngin' blunted pouring out gin
Upon the corner, you looking like a foreigner then
Seek your place or greet the reaper-meet the horror within
The aura of sin, look into the eyes of a real one
I feel nun, izm in my blood my people deal sum
Seen some leaking like spilled rum
In the streets we were taught to gain our meals from
Been with them real ones, Markham and Steeles son
My right hand folded and I'm still numb
Got me feeling like I'm Kim Jong Ill son for real son
Skills distilled but still I'm Ill son, flow dirtier than a MILFs tongue
Pause, we ain't just no average human beings, we gods
Step into this path with my sword clashing
I forecasted money, show the broke what the format is
They just hand me downs, don't pay no mind if the store has it
95 I be killing 'em ah
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
Bass
I got bass
95
Credits
Writer(s): Nicole Jaskot
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