Vitals (feat. Hak7m Faraji & Ill Kalil)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Is my mic on is my, yeah, yeah, okay
Is my mic on, yeah, yeah, okay, Yeah, yeah
Sensei! I grabbed the mic and instantly restored my vitals
Sober Addicts weather machine and the waves we create are tidal
I'm colder than Wisconsin or Cleveland in Ohio
Am I not an activist if BLM ain't in my bio
How did the infinity gauntlet get placed on the opposition's upper hand
It's on a long list of things that I no longer try to comprehend
On an even longer list is respect and other demands
I got plans for prosperity, oh goodie egads
It's too many guys like you, and I can't even pretend like you're nice 'cause you're not
And I hop scotch the instrumental
Now go gentle into that good night, you fought the good fight
And when my team is at your door you'd be much better inside
Read a book and surf the web, whatever, get some insight
My niggas got the game on lock wit paper clips and zip ties
And when I spit you close ya lips and stand upright and sit tight
Sensei he been tight, and known to bless the mic, gesundheit
Achoo, I got more keys than a glockenspiel
Kaffo McConaughey I got plenty time to kill
My mind's a real weapon, like out the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
Tested, now learn ya lesson or get disrespected

They want this done right, then give me the mic
This Southern bourbon, this data urban
The Color Purple, play at yo Sunday sermon
Even at the cookout burnin'
You feel discouraged
My lyrics heighten, they fly right by you
I'm in the bayou, not in the trenches
You'll end up drowning, explore the fountain
Became a mountain
Don't want no issues, please read yo comics
This godly phonics
Atlanta's finest, finest designer
Cut-off, that's a hyphen, let me have my vices
Let's heal like violence
Got here without the knowledge I pay these demons a fee
Sick like I'm a disease, influenza, Mickey D's
Nigga please, you can't reach my frequency
I'm the God Lord's coming, aye, I dun had my moments, aye
Let me get my opus, uh, let me keep my focus, uh
Cause man I deserve it, uh, this shit come with a purpose, uh
And I'm working hard to, uh
And can I get a witness, uh

Face down in the frozen dirt
It's a cold world, didn't attempt to merge to what you overheard
Console to more herb, flow just off urge
liquor poured out on the curb, don't be nosey
Layin hibernatin like I'm wearing fur
Rocky road it's a part of the landform
Nigga start flowing to test the water like scantron
Automated commands truth hits like a handgun
Out of this world I began one
Niggas Tyronn Lue, I'm AI in the And1
Throw on fits like a tantrum
We out here rolling like Baker Antwuan
Hooping in the Penny's, we use to have the Shaq's on
Not tryna infiltrate, we building up platforms
Keep it real, have nothing to redact from it
Looking for peace in a mass abundance
Not asking for nothing
Stay emancipated from the fuck shit

Emancipated from the fuck shit
Sensei closest to the door at the function
What I just filled my lungs with I'm losing motor function
Put my rhymes in a museum, I'm feeling untouchable
Lately I been heating up I'm feeling quite combustible
Y'all niggas ham but got no cheese, y'all like a lunchable
In an instant I turn niggas to snacks, and they cannot fight back
I kill em all they got no time to react
I got bird tweets on my beat because I'm flyer than most
My empire is rising higher than retirement costs
I seen some niggas sell they souls cause they got buyers remorse
Y'all actually jokes, y'all whack and take the tired approach
Y'all some actors till I'm around, then y'all whiter than ghosts
I had writer's block, I chiseled it to mount Rushmore
I'm in "do not rush" mode, I take my time wit it, ominous
But I ain't got time for all that whiny shit, it's obvious that I'm a king
Tryna put (aye aye aye) in some designer shit
I got more bodies than the Omnitrix I really promise this
An honest kid I'm in the top bracket for my accomplishments
If Kaff ain't in ya top 10, ya simply lacking common sense-i
Ahaha



Credits
Writer(s): Keithan Williams
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