Talkin'
Aye what's up man
What's up
You know, i got something on my mind lately man
You know a lotta people these days they just talkin to talk
There's no meaning behind them words
You know what I'm sayin
Naw man what you mean
Ah shit
Let me show you man
Aye
Spittin' Rhymes
Liftin' with the rhythm of this written line
Grippin' eyes
Listening to the rhythm that I etch inside
Steppin' to this epic quest that you have yet to find
You ain't yet to die
So it's time to rectify the present till we bless the sky
I respect your steps, but where's your best
You crept a mile, check your breath
I ain't impressed, I'll testify to this in style
While your standing on a phantom I've been standing on the crest awhile
It ain't a secret that the standards that you aimin' for are damn lies
So fantasize your plan, but imma raise my banner high
I ain't one to take advantage of these damaged times
I'd rather fan the flames and change the pattern of the day
Till we find our way to better times
Better schools for these better minds
Step in line
This grind only stops when I parish from divine
Entities sent to me killing me sentimentally
Renting me out so people can take advantage with magic
And torture me till I've gone manic, you see
Legend has it I've been at it since before
I was asmatic and problematic and an addict to spittin' these
Lymphatic maniacs
My words are necrotic, ight, maybe not but you bought it
Psychotic enough to make tea out of bluebonnets
I'm on it talk with Ebonics, I own more rings than Sonic a lot of,
People look at me weird
Now I'm the talk of disscusson I talk with no reprocussions
My voice and percussion, enough to get your brain relaxing
And get you asking for more rations
As we ration with passion
I get you lachin' and grasping as we passing the last thing you remember
Last September, focused, was growing older
Tremendous weight on my shoulder I threw it off
Consequences hotter than mozzeltoffs
Okay cause I was meant to pop off, that was sworn in my being
Along with impaired seeing, It never stop me though
Shit
Ah man here you go again with these rants
Told you man I gotta get something off my mind real quick, damn brothers man
You know what I'm saying
Yah man i see em man, they just talking and they just rambling
Rambling on and on, talkin to talk, shit man
I know man
Let me lay some things down though
Ight I got you
I'm a proven superstition
Musical magician pistol whippin and I stay grippin
These nuts I'm tryna hold my pants up
Can't fuck with a clutz shit I shoot they mans up
Ain't no need to look up
Cause ain't no god on my side
I'm the devil pride
Charged with double homicide
I made they mama's cry
Blood spilt on the sidewalk, imma still talk
Hear talking behind me, shoot out they voice box
My style goes from immaculate to hellbent
When I'm stomping out that fucking treble clef
Cause were bass heavy making old ass ladies faces twitch
They even get more mad when I call them a straight up bitch
Ah shit
Every time huh man every time
Man i know, we gotta stop doing this
Man every time we come we say were not gonna do this
Happens again and again
You know man, we gotta let somebody hear this one day
You what I'm saying
Yah for sure man
So
Seah
You tryna go get high off of gasoline
Man what the
What's up
You know, i got something on my mind lately man
You know a lotta people these days they just talkin to talk
There's no meaning behind them words
You know what I'm sayin
Naw man what you mean
Ah shit
Let me show you man
Aye
Spittin' Rhymes
Liftin' with the rhythm of this written line
Grippin' eyes
Listening to the rhythm that I etch inside
Steppin' to this epic quest that you have yet to find
You ain't yet to die
So it's time to rectify the present till we bless the sky
I respect your steps, but where's your best
You crept a mile, check your breath
I ain't impressed, I'll testify to this in style
While your standing on a phantom I've been standing on the crest awhile
It ain't a secret that the standards that you aimin' for are damn lies
So fantasize your plan, but imma raise my banner high
I ain't one to take advantage of these damaged times
I'd rather fan the flames and change the pattern of the day
Till we find our way to better times
Better schools for these better minds
Step in line
This grind only stops when I parish from divine
Entities sent to me killing me sentimentally
Renting me out so people can take advantage with magic
And torture me till I've gone manic, you see
Legend has it I've been at it since before
I was asmatic and problematic and an addict to spittin' these
Lymphatic maniacs
My words are necrotic, ight, maybe not but you bought it
Psychotic enough to make tea out of bluebonnets
I'm on it talk with Ebonics, I own more rings than Sonic a lot of,
People look at me weird
Now I'm the talk of disscusson I talk with no reprocussions
My voice and percussion, enough to get your brain relaxing
And get you asking for more rations
As we ration with passion
I get you lachin' and grasping as we passing the last thing you remember
Last September, focused, was growing older
Tremendous weight on my shoulder I threw it off
Consequences hotter than mozzeltoffs
Okay cause I was meant to pop off, that was sworn in my being
Along with impaired seeing, It never stop me though
Shit
Ah man here you go again with these rants
Told you man I gotta get something off my mind real quick, damn brothers man
You know what I'm saying
Yah man i see em man, they just talking and they just rambling
Rambling on and on, talkin to talk, shit man
I know man
Let me lay some things down though
Ight I got you
I'm a proven superstition
Musical magician pistol whippin and I stay grippin
These nuts I'm tryna hold my pants up
Can't fuck with a clutz shit I shoot they mans up
Ain't no need to look up
Cause ain't no god on my side
I'm the devil pride
Charged with double homicide
I made they mama's cry
Blood spilt on the sidewalk, imma still talk
Hear talking behind me, shoot out they voice box
My style goes from immaculate to hellbent
When I'm stomping out that fucking treble clef
Cause were bass heavy making old ass ladies faces twitch
They even get more mad when I call them a straight up bitch
Ah shit
Every time huh man every time
Man i know, we gotta stop doing this
Man every time we come we say were not gonna do this
Happens again and again
You know man, we gotta let somebody hear this one day
You what I'm saying
Yah for sure man
So
Seah
You tryna go get high off of gasoline
Man what the
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