Axe Man
Finding clarity in solitary meditation
Rhyme is therapy that constitutes my dedication
No trepidation or hesitation
It's wasteful waiting
Blissful ignorance leading towards our decimation
My estimation journey beats the destination
Sherlocked inside my Holmes
Deep investigation
Suggest some patience
It's best to rest if you need to take it
Unless you making Sweet Love like Anita Baker
Don't need a baker
The yeast is rising
The beast awakens
Since a youth I been moved to pursue this truth I'm chasin'
Get CTE from these bars that's leavin' your noodle shaking
Drizzle with riddles it's Toasty here and I'm strudel makin'
Charged up I'm a super sleuth for a new elation
Dolphin slick with my flow like the beat is lubricated
Your style outdated like a Studebaker
On top numerator that's my human nature
Master communicator
Slash illuminator
Puffing trop strains
Blowing fruity vapors
Y'all got it twisted not gonna do you favors
Y'all got it twisted
Honey in my shirt
No pants, hundred acre woods
Wholesale prices when I pay for the goods
Axe man chop it down when I lay wood
Say she wish she could
I tell her I wish she would
When I'm gone
She tellin' me that she miss me good
When I'm gone
She tellin' me that she miss me
She tellin' me that she miss me
She tellin' me that she miss me
Big man on campus
Don't ask if you can't stomach the answer
T-Pain warned me not to fall for a dancer
Can't blame her didn't want a romancer
Now I flow with it
Top floor living
NZT mind got no limits
Listen close cause these lines got soul in it
Peaceful disrupter changing the whole system
With my pen I'm articulating the whole vision
Refuse to move my feet to the old rhythms
March to the beat of a new drum
Ready for battle regardless of who comes
It's all good like I raised two thumbs
Used to not be feeling my pain I was too numb
Bask in the ray of a new sun
Still wish you peace regardless what you done
Honey in my shirt
No pants, hundred acre woods
Wholesale prices when I pay for the goods
Axe man chop it down when I lay wood
Say she wish she could
I tell her I wish she would
When I'm gone
She tellin' me that she miss me good
When I'm gone
She tellin' me that she miss me good
She tellin' me that she miss me
She tellin' me that she miss me
Rhyme is therapy that constitutes my dedication
No trepidation or hesitation
It's wasteful waiting
Blissful ignorance leading towards our decimation
My estimation journey beats the destination
Sherlocked inside my Holmes
Deep investigation
Suggest some patience
It's best to rest if you need to take it
Unless you making Sweet Love like Anita Baker
Don't need a baker
The yeast is rising
The beast awakens
Since a youth I been moved to pursue this truth I'm chasin'
Get CTE from these bars that's leavin' your noodle shaking
Drizzle with riddles it's Toasty here and I'm strudel makin'
Charged up I'm a super sleuth for a new elation
Dolphin slick with my flow like the beat is lubricated
Your style outdated like a Studebaker
On top numerator that's my human nature
Master communicator
Slash illuminator
Puffing trop strains
Blowing fruity vapors
Y'all got it twisted not gonna do you favors
Y'all got it twisted
Honey in my shirt
No pants, hundred acre woods
Wholesale prices when I pay for the goods
Axe man chop it down when I lay wood
Say she wish she could
I tell her I wish she would
When I'm gone
She tellin' me that she miss me good
When I'm gone
She tellin' me that she miss me
She tellin' me that she miss me
She tellin' me that she miss me
Big man on campus
Don't ask if you can't stomach the answer
T-Pain warned me not to fall for a dancer
Can't blame her didn't want a romancer
Now I flow with it
Top floor living
NZT mind got no limits
Listen close cause these lines got soul in it
Peaceful disrupter changing the whole system
With my pen I'm articulating the whole vision
Refuse to move my feet to the old rhythms
March to the beat of a new drum
Ready for battle regardless of who comes
It's all good like I raised two thumbs
Used to not be feeling my pain I was too numb
Bask in the ray of a new sun
Still wish you peace regardless what you done
Honey in my shirt
No pants, hundred acre woods
Wholesale prices when I pay for the goods
Axe man chop it down when I lay wood
Say she wish she could
I tell her I wish she would
When I'm gone
She tellin' me that she miss me good
When I'm gone
She tellin' me that she miss me good
She tellin' me that she miss me
She tellin' me that she miss me
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Writer(s): Matthew Marks
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