Zimbabwe

Ha, Wes-up, ay

Freedom found in a metaphor
Do I need to spell it out for you
Are you dumbledor?
In a Griffyndore corridor
With a freaky whore
Sorcerer corset, absorbing her endorphins (yes)
Can I have some more sex seconds please?
With a little twist like I'm Oliver
All over her, off tha purp, I concur
We just swerve like words written in cursive
Under ya skin subversive
So perfect, 'ay girl
No need to be nervous
S.Wes be, quenching ya thirst like a thermos
Oh he lay like a circus (yeah)
Taming full service (what?)
Anything else don't concern us (nope, nope)
Taking over what we came to do
Reppin' East Atlanta Zoo (yup)
Fuck a label, we don't stand with fools
Tryna' undermine our moves
Bet you outta moves
No compatibles
Still acting like you valuable
So laughable, I play the game so casual (hah!)
In ya exe's vaginal
Sorry but that ass so smack-able
Sweetapple Wes takin off like catapult
Grammatic so admirable
To Djinn, like Vick
Mic passin' off like a lateral (woop!)

A Djinn summoned
Breathing angel dust
Stuck within my own inception
Slaying demons with a Smith n Wesson
Leave you holy
Never catch me stressing
Avoidin' all the dumb questions
Seems I've become numb
From the hate and fake love
Morpheus in my matrix
Metamorph or grow wings like a dove
Fly away, chalice dripping
Sippin' demon blood just because
(I'm trippin') I'm trapped
Shoes both full, oozin' superglue
Now I'm in the booth
Bruce lee breathin' fire
And trainin' kung fu
Fuck you, WuTang with 2 fangs
Aimin' at ya brain
Been Insane doing blow
Livin' life In slow mo
Smokin' cursed urns till I'm outta smoke
Holy ghost, overcome from tha comatose
In a coma 'till I overdose
Now I gotta go go go go



Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Sweetapple
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