Champloo (feat. Andre Loot & 10KNYX)

Tilting to the walls, thinking bout intricate swords
To assassinate yo reflex to animate my projects
Make em come alive to man
Kill em like I'm son of sam, no 44 ever gon get me
Bro I don't live by the swords so the sword won't ever hit me
I'm busy killing mental parasites like ripley
Stitch the head up, always scratchy and itchy
In a cat n mouse chase with myself
I think that I'm smarter than i am yet I don't seek any help
Had some helping hands, and now I'm the right plan
But on the wrong planet,
Nocturnal weeks that I mismanage
You can hear all these nice words
But a gut hook won't heal with a bandage
But making Art at night times keep me on the line of madness

Look, look
During his dirty days, alternatives look insane
People slanging that caine
Or even twerking for change
Moving forward in life
Allowed to work on your aim
It wouldn't hurt to get paid
But work be irking your brain
Get verses out for the pain
This nightly sage, we age
But, shit, niggas ain't rushing
Just came out from the dungeon
They tried cutting my funding
Putting dents for the buffing
But all I hear is the bluffing
Chopapa be du-du-du-dumping
Don't mind the impediment, I'm rhyming for my heaven sent cousin
They lying, it's evident, I'm guided for forever, we up it
Better humbly clutch it, or you turning to puppet
They raging and cussing, seeing us rupture the function, on god