Psychic Kids feat. Pat the Azmatic, Kirk & SMITH.b -
Planet Killers (feat. SMITH.b, Pat the Azmatic & Kirk)
Miasma
10 toes down deep like tube socks
Family trouble got me hiding things in a shoebox
Told to kick rocks, they short the kids stocks
And I get it but now I'm learning it was their loss
Line where your hairs cross in my cross hairs
Most social interactions met with the blank stare
Blank stairs I be walking up to heaven's gate
Lyrics shock bars, start cars like Kevin Gates
I can't relate to long waits, I've always been impatient
Need the digits right now I ain't got the time later
Pack a saber leave you flayed up like my first name Bobby
Bitch we blowing loud pack got Miasma in the lobby
You... you... use caution
Cause you know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You... you... use caution
Cause you know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
Try me, swear that shit'll get grimy,
I be. I. I. I be
Surfing thru the static for the answer
Let the beam bang lu Kang with stances I'm
So sick they compare me to the cancer
Naraku I'm the lord of the Miasma
I'm the lord of the Miasma
I'm the lord of the Miasma
Creep up out the morgue, torgue weapons for the choice
Cyborg with the heater you have to pull it off my corpse
It's connected like a joint, burn ya raw accidentally
Do not tempt me with the noise, I'll be posted like a sentry
Evidently i destroy everything that tries preventing
Me projecting out my voice so these dudes all just resent me
They try and get it from the source that's so I can ever be friendly
That's some shit I can't Ignore cause it end up being deadly
Cause it end up being lethal, in the Stu we smoking diesel
I can paint a better picture if you tossing me the easel
We should be getting paper but it's hard to do it legal
There's to many evil people who's afraid that they won't keep you
Away from perfection but I'm in the right direction
I ain't checking for no second I'm about to leave you wrecking
Cause I'm fighting for chance to advance like it's tekken
Gaining ground every second every time that I'm stepping
Motherfucker better get your
Order right, this ain't no kinda sorta night
No half measures, all pressure, bitch I was born to fight
Make an emcee drop the mic and learn there's more to life
Two shots over ice, two waters, performance time
At work boy im blazed if they leavin me alone tonight
Hit the lights, bitch we are closed it is after nine
I'm not making shit this time, procrastination quarter finals
National championship title for making money idle
Weird and mysterious, blinded while I steer the whip
Boy I'm sampling your face there ain't no clearing it
You ain't no god, you some cod, this is merely fish
Spears to blicks, my homies cavemen how they fire sticks
Hired cliques, right hand click, these files load em down
Silencer make the Mac 10 sound like Danny Brown
I know people smashing pills like it's candy crush
This ain't no game you tapping screens boy we tapping plugs
You... you... use caution
Cause you know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You... you... use caution
Cause you know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
Family trouble got me hiding things in a shoebox
Told to kick rocks, they short the kids stocks
And I get it but now I'm learning it was their loss
Line where your hairs cross in my cross hairs
Most social interactions met with the blank stare
Blank stairs I be walking up to heaven's gate
Lyrics shock bars, start cars like Kevin Gates
I can't relate to long waits, I've always been impatient
Need the digits right now I ain't got the time later
Pack a saber leave you flayed up like my first name Bobby
Bitch we blowing loud pack got Miasma in the lobby
You... you... use caution
Cause you know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You... you... use caution
Cause you know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
Try me, swear that shit'll get grimy,
I be. I. I. I be
Surfing thru the static for the answer
Let the beam bang lu Kang with stances I'm
So sick they compare me to the cancer
Naraku I'm the lord of the Miasma
I'm the lord of the Miasma
I'm the lord of the Miasma
Creep up out the morgue, torgue weapons for the choice
Cyborg with the heater you have to pull it off my corpse
It's connected like a joint, burn ya raw accidentally
Do not tempt me with the noise, I'll be posted like a sentry
Evidently i destroy everything that tries preventing
Me projecting out my voice so these dudes all just resent me
They try and get it from the source that's so I can ever be friendly
That's some shit I can't Ignore cause it end up being deadly
Cause it end up being lethal, in the Stu we smoking diesel
I can paint a better picture if you tossing me the easel
We should be getting paper but it's hard to do it legal
There's to many evil people who's afraid that they won't keep you
Away from perfection but I'm in the right direction
I ain't checking for no second I'm about to leave you wrecking
Cause I'm fighting for chance to advance like it's tekken
Gaining ground every second every time that I'm stepping
Motherfucker better get your
Order right, this ain't no kinda sorta night
No half measures, all pressure, bitch I was born to fight
Make an emcee drop the mic and learn there's more to life
Two shots over ice, two waters, performance time
At work boy im blazed if they leavin me alone tonight
Hit the lights, bitch we are closed it is after nine
I'm not making shit this time, procrastination quarter finals
National championship title for making money idle
Weird and mysterious, blinded while I steer the whip
Boy I'm sampling your face there ain't no clearing it
You ain't no god, you some cod, this is merely fish
Spears to blicks, my homies cavemen how they fire sticks
Hired cliques, right hand click, these files load em down
Silencer make the Mac 10 sound like Danny Brown
I know people smashing pills like it's candy crush
This ain't no game you tapping screens boy we tapping plugs
You... you... use caution
Cause you know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You... you... use caution
Cause you know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
You know that you ain't no god
Credits
Writer(s): James Kirk
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