Ounces (feat. Jean Doe)

Yo Wildenfree
Heard you got somethin' that
You're cooking up right now
Go ahead & let them know
How you're servin' it up
One time for the one time
Ya feel me

Yessir

Well
This here
Is a copacetic
Dope eclectic
Verbal swish of a conscience tonic
To create symphonics
Of higher conscious
Jean Doe
Tell 'em what they can expect & honor

Offer up that fix that you get from doctors
Alter mindstate that'll shift your conscious
Substance once hit it'll rid the nonsense
Get adjusted to this potent content

Yes Potent content
Tell em really all about it
Don't dilute your sound ain't gotta dumb it down

Never that it's like we on them uppers now
Au natural, it's like we bout to pass around
The passion sounds, the gas that's extra loud
The Symptoms found left crowds with a extra bounce
Hidden gem like we in a Lost and found
That's why we so deep call it underground

See I do what we on cause elevating peons for
Reasons beyond me is worth it every season
I been there before but look how elevation
Escalates the growth & the scale of how well aware
We always truth the dare

We always dare for truth
Prepared for new
Horizon
Scared of who
The fears a noose that tied in
When abused by those who lose by hiding

Flow is deep king Poseidon
The son that touched the horizon
Aformentioned ascension

Step into the heavens at early state
Meditate my way into them pearly gates

Safe haven, sages & paolo santo
But the tree's endangered
So we smudge & savor

Call it saving grace like Now & Laters

I was thinking Life Saver's
But later in life I was favored
Survival's for caped crusaders

Darker than the Knight like Arkham's razor
That's Joker in his life trying to find a safer
Way to deliver the pain and danger

Simplest insanity
It's that vanity
Sittin' in a canopy
Sippin' on a can of Tea

Hitting on a gram weed
Waiting on my enemies that try to banish

Waitin on your enemies? Stop
Spoken to existence I guess you forgot

Nah man you right just pass me the rock
You know what we cookin' we servin' the pot

Liquid Aminos all up in the Wok
Stirrin'
Sippin'
Servin'
Spirit Bombs

This is like a fusion ha
Bumpin' 3 6 Mafia

Don't forget to call your Ma

Like you far away with Phillip Banks
But my bel air is that Georgia state
Up in the mound step on racist face
Police attempt raids on a day to day
But the only weight we push is words we say

Lyrical pounds & an ounce to bake
We supercharge no brake
A pump fake 'nother swish
Another taunt for play
We writin' bars for days