BLANK
My mind blank, as this weed stank, and-one
In the endzone, yall getting dunked on
The soul got no colour, it's the all high
All magnificent, the one without form
That's where i got this funk from
Realigning with these frequencies
It's easily overpowering your lower vibration
Through DSPs and radio stations, broadcasted
Televised, censored, until it's a revolution
Cuz this the shit the people need
Vocabulary wikileaks, i debunked your mystery
All i hear is excuses like you comfortable in misery
A handful of my shit can decompose you physically
All that water on ur body will have you swimming where the fishes be
I need a new identity, a new face, a new place
Away from the ratrace, with those suffering the same fate
Day-dates, oyster faceplate, replaced a slaves chain
I need my food clean, my mind calm so i can maintain
And decode the mainframe, relax your shoulders
Pushing boulders like sisyphus
Y'all throwing hissy fits, my eyes set on businesses
To touch on the listeners, these girl blowing kisseses
No phones, no witnesses
Embrace the lisp that made me spit
I walk with a limp cuz i just can't shake it
Between MRI machines and all that shit
I really thought that the end was nigh, 'n i wasn't gonn' make it
No lie, stirring chemicals for a peace of the pie
Who knew adding beef to the recipe wasn't gon' fly?
I watched homies leave kids as i was struggling to survive
No license, no id, on a moped pushing 75
Y'all dress like Minaj, and never appear in a top five
So don't text, don't call, don't pop by
If you don't eat your veg you will never be pop-eye
I wake up early every day with desires to satisfy
As I petrify Medusa, clueless the losers that refuse to acknowledge
Greatness til its in hindsight
This Jurassic Park so stay still on my blind side
One hand washes the other, but ain't no high-fives
Flyby the reflections in the storefronts
Thoughts creep up? i need more blunts
She loves Salsicce, - even in a store once
When pops was Voldemort in the ICU i left more numb
Now i dread boredom
Cuz there's so many things you could be doing right now
And im getting kinda sick of the plans you announce
And never execute, glued to the ground, like there's a hex on you
When they smell stacks on dude is when the hands come out
Ahhhhh shit
In the endzone, yall getting dunked on
The soul got no colour, it's the all high
All magnificent, the one without form
That's where i got this funk from
Realigning with these frequencies
It's easily overpowering your lower vibration
Through DSPs and radio stations, broadcasted
Televised, censored, until it's a revolution
Cuz this the shit the people need
Vocabulary wikileaks, i debunked your mystery
All i hear is excuses like you comfortable in misery
A handful of my shit can decompose you physically
All that water on ur body will have you swimming where the fishes be
I need a new identity, a new face, a new place
Away from the ratrace, with those suffering the same fate
Day-dates, oyster faceplate, replaced a slaves chain
I need my food clean, my mind calm so i can maintain
And decode the mainframe, relax your shoulders
Pushing boulders like sisyphus
Y'all throwing hissy fits, my eyes set on businesses
To touch on the listeners, these girl blowing kisseses
No phones, no witnesses
Embrace the lisp that made me spit
I walk with a limp cuz i just can't shake it
Between MRI machines and all that shit
I really thought that the end was nigh, 'n i wasn't gonn' make it
No lie, stirring chemicals for a peace of the pie
Who knew adding beef to the recipe wasn't gon' fly?
I watched homies leave kids as i was struggling to survive
No license, no id, on a moped pushing 75
Y'all dress like Minaj, and never appear in a top five
So don't text, don't call, don't pop by
If you don't eat your veg you will never be pop-eye
I wake up early every day with desires to satisfy
As I petrify Medusa, clueless the losers that refuse to acknowledge
Greatness til its in hindsight
This Jurassic Park so stay still on my blind side
One hand washes the other, but ain't no high-fives
Flyby the reflections in the storefronts
Thoughts creep up? i need more blunts
She loves Salsicce, - even in a store once
When pops was Voldemort in the ICU i left more numb
Now i dread boredom
Cuz there's so many things you could be doing right now
And im getting kinda sick of the plans you announce
And never execute, glued to the ground, like there's a hex on you
When they smell stacks on dude is when the hands come out
Ahhhhh shit
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