Take a Look
Dramatic entrance amass the senses
For some master sessions Pass the blessings
Pushin past the tension pass past dimensions
My arrival outclass out last the best men
Far past a freshmen
Speaking only if fast cash is mentioned
I'll hit the road witta mixed up load
A pick up full of bricks and flow
Live life one step ahead of the present
Only so I can pick the bow
An if I get to broke I'll stick up folks
In the moonlight shotgun pistol hold
Boom dome poppin like a cyst it blows
I'm no spatter analyst on how the description goes
But I'm pretty sure it's just that shit explodes
Get a shop vac or pick up bits in bowls
Slick and slippery shit so cold
Better just zip ya coat
Im reading from scripts of gold
My delivery burst in fits of goat
Take a look into my minds eye killing em
Paint a picture verse an hook my my feeling em
Ain't that scripture tainted books sci-fi villaindom
Bring the mixture leave em shook hifi drilling em
I used to hear my slap echo beneath the rims
But Now its West Coast as Snoop and some Seagrams Gin
Like some fire ass weed breath it in
This sounds something like 10 G's and a grin
Well wishing those seeking peace within
Hop in the ride snap back weed on my brim
Not to mention all over my seats and my trim
Beat makes it jump along while its speaking its hymn
Physique about six three an I'm slim
History in my speech Imprison, Freedom, Defend
Victory, Defeat, Demons and Sin
Jump to my feet Chuck Taylor season again
No speak of retreat while ink bleed from my pen
No matter how bleak I'm leading them in
Give no quarter I eat bleeding them thin
Its the natural order I beast amongst men
10 toes so 10 racks
Now hop, skip, clack and run it back
No need to talk this that
Fuck rap I'll run a pack
Cadillac with a trailer maybe half a ton in back
Take a look into my minds eye killin em
Paint a picture verse an hook my my feelin em
Ain't that scripture tainted books sci-fi villaindom
Bring the mixture leave em shook hifi drillin em
Dane Law Raider sack and plunder maps
Like pulling out a pistol put em up under that
Paper rubber banded up
Flat palm a bundled stack
And slam it down in thunder slaps
Yea I'm a come for racks bringing the slums in raps
Marching to the beat of a hundred round drum in fact
Put the work to the street perpetual motion
On a mission like a Dragoon hitting the ocean
Body bag buffoons on a nod from a notion
Light it up for the rep no concern of promotion
My life is get something to burn and I'm coasting
It ain't your concern what I'm holding
Traumatize an instrumental and leave it coping
Encourage the mass to follow the rhyme with devotion
Binge those syllables the rest been so pitiful
Its been well over a decade no need to pin those intervals
I've been chose to trim foes come stalking killing flows
Sharp as a stem rose I've been rose from tentacle's
Mirror image of gods and actions that's identical
Dickies stay creased fresh in the center bold
Crisp cold as taking a walk through some catacolmbs
LIke Chris Rock and Will Smith locked inside a battle dome
Slaps so hard it might just crack or shatter bone
Laughing at these clones trying to grab a throne
For some master sessions Pass the blessings
Pushin past the tension pass past dimensions
My arrival outclass out last the best men
Far past a freshmen
Speaking only if fast cash is mentioned
I'll hit the road witta mixed up load
A pick up full of bricks and flow
Live life one step ahead of the present
Only so I can pick the bow
An if I get to broke I'll stick up folks
In the moonlight shotgun pistol hold
Boom dome poppin like a cyst it blows
I'm no spatter analyst on how the description goes
But I'm pretty sure it's just that shit explodes
Get a shop vac or pick up bits in bowls
Slick and slippery shit so cold
Better just zip ya coat
Im reading from scripts of gold
My delivery burst in fits of goat
Take a look into my minds eye killing em
Paint a picture verse an hook my my feeling em
Ain't that scripture tainted books sci-fi villaindom
Bring the mixture leave em shook hifi drilling em
I used to hear my slap echo beneath the rims
But Now its West Coast as Snoop and some Seagrams Gin
Like some fire ass weed breath it in
This sounds something like 10 G's and a grin
Well wishing those seeking peace within
Hop in the ride snap back weed on my brim
Not to mention all over my seats and my trim
Beat makes it jump along while its speaking its hymn
Physique about six three an I'm slim
History in my speech Imprison, Freedom, Defend
Victory, Defeat, Demons and Sin
Jump to my feet Chuck Taylor season again
No speak of retreat while ink bleed from my pen
No matter how bleak I'm leading them in
Give no quarter I eat bleeding them thin
Its the natural order I beast amongst men
10 toes so 10 racks
Now hop, skip, clack and run it back
No need to talk this that
Fuck rap I'll run a pack
Cadillac with a trailer maybe half a ton in back
Take a look into my minds eye killin em
Paint a picture verse an hook my my feelin em
Ain't that scripture tainted books sci-fi villaindom
Bring the mixture leave em shook hifi drillin em
Dane Law Raider sack and plunder maps
Like pulling out a pistol put em up under that
Paper rubber banded up
Flat palm a bundled stack
And slam it down in thunder slaps
Yea I'm a come for racks bringing the slums in raps
Marching to the beat of a hundred round drum in fact
Put the work to the street perpetual motion
On a mission like a Dragoon hitting the ocean
Body bag buffoons on a nod from a notion
Light it up for the rep no concern of promotion
My life is get something to burn and I'm coasting
It ain't your concern what I'm holding
Traumatize an instrumental and leave it coping
Encourage the mass to follow the rhyme with devotion
Binge those syllables the rest been so pitiful
Its been well over a decade no need to pin those intervals
I've been chose to trim foes come stalking killing flows
Sharp as a stem rose I've been rose from tentacle's
Mirror image of gods and actions that's identical
Dickies stay creased fresh in the center bold
Crisp cold as taking a walk through some catacolmbs
LIke Chris Rock and Will Smith locked inside a battle dome
Slaps so hard it might just crack or shatter bone
Laughing at these clones trying to grab a throne
Credits
Writer(s): Colt Draine
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