Perplex Flows (feat. Anno Domini Beats)
I'm like water, mixed with a river Otter, got a lot to offer, gotta Stop thinking I can
Kick it to the goal, life is not Soccer, When I'm flowin, I'm a Hot saucer, like hot sauce served
This my last shot earned, like an Almost expired retired doctor, I Hit this out the park blurs
Even though I'm not a fan of Baseball, well, i'm like the Dodgers, I got the line to bring
Life to the engine, within then, Vrrnn vrrnn, I'm the starter, not A badass, have passed grass
I don't blast hats or a fat stacks, I Don't like cognac, so I don't go And yak, Imma give it my
All, I ain't holding back, a range Was the only time I would hold a Mac, or at the drive-thru Window
Wouldn't do drive-by grip, hold Pistol, I switch flows as if I'm a Schizo, grew up with flip mode
Would busta rhymes, but I wasn't With sick flows, now I'm better With no stacks to triple
But I'm ripples, I'll reach the Height, even if I got a tiptoe, Launching off from a launch pad
Apache missile, the only time I Would like to use a knife, is if it's Right to widdle
It's like gettin 200, I'm set to go, I'd plan to give youngins, a shot To collab, like Mexico
I don't step on landmines, I lay Them in the lab, but I'm not next To blow
I'll leave you lost in your minds Though, with perplex of flows,
When this man talks to women, He's got no game, he wants no Fame, that's why he has Know Kname, don't glow With a gold Chain he's a rapper but so Strange, he wants to make sense/ Cents, like he holds change, he's Like the Human torch and gives You whole flame, no glocks ta Hold so he won't aim, never been In a known gang
No switching, he'll stay in his Own lane, it's me, I don't need to Be famous, I'd rather be
Walking with hemorrhoids, a ain In the anus, I shine like the steel That is stainless, not
Ignorant or heinous, in rap I Strain this, brain stem, when I Flow off skull, I am brainless
What it's like a feather weighted, Weightless, I'm going through Metamorphosis, too many Changes
Nowadays I'm better being Someone in this matrix,
It's like gettin 200, I'm set to go, I'd plan to give youngins, a shot To collab like Mexico, I don't Step on landmines
I lay them in the lab, but I'm not Next to blow, I'll leave you lost in Your minds though
With perplex of flows,
Been rapping for a minute, Craftin didn't diminish, pen Scratchin for the
Writtens, Gripping pad for Instance, passion then it's Deliverance, basking in the Difference
Adaptive of feeling replenished, Rapids drip and is sentenced, Have you feel the penmanship
In booth an overloaded senses, I'm like facts of truth, adapt to Use woven sentence, with a pen
Splash in view without the Chance of views, no regrets, yes, I won't bring a bloodbath to you
I be free doing what I want not Have to do, don't forget this, that Means I'm not signed
Need meds like I lost mind, and I Lost mine, been lost not found, Am I blind?, I hope I don't lead
Y'all around, to some unknown Part of town, where y'all cannot Unwind, like toys 60 years after One
Nine, watch yourself find lines, For the clock's tickin in front of Ya mind's eye,
It's like gettin 200, I'm set to go, I Don't plan to give young, it's a Shot to collab like Mexico, I Don't step
On landmines, I lay them in the Lab, but I'm not next to blow, I'll Leave you lost in your minds Though, with perplex Of flows,
Kick it to the goal, life is not Soccer, When I'm flowin, I'm a Hot saucer, like hot sauce served
This my last shot earned, like an Almost expired retired doctor, I Hit this out the park blurs
Even though I'm not a fan of Baseball, well, i'm like the Dodgers, I got the line to bring
Life to the engine, within then, Vrrnn vrrnn, I'm the starter, not A badass, have passed grass
I don't blast hats or a fat stacks, I Don't like cognac, so I don't go And yak, Imma give it my
All, I ain't holding back, a range Was the only time I would hold a Mac, or at the drive-thru Window
Wouldn't do drive-by grip, hold Pistol, I switch flows as if I'm a Schizo, grew up with flip mode
Would busta rhymes, but I wasn't With sick flows, now I'm better With no stacks to triple
But I'm ripples, I'll reach the Height, even if I got a tiptoe, Launching off from a launch pad
Apache missile, the only time I Would like to use a knife, is if it's Right to widdle
It's like gettin 200, I'm set to go, I'd plan to give youngins, a shot To collab, like Mexico
I don't step on landmines, I lay Them in the lab, but I'm not next To blow
I'll leave you lost in your minds Though, with perplex of flows,
When this man talks to women, He's got no game, he wants no Fame, that's why he has Know Kname, don't glow With a gold Chain he's a rapper but so Strange, he wants to make sense/ Cents, like he holds change, he's Like the Human torch and gives You whole flame, no glocks ta Hold so he won't aim, never been In a known gang
No switching, he'll stay in his Own lane, it's me, I don't need to Be famous, I'd rather be
Walking with hemorrhoids, a ain In the anus, I shine like the steel That is stainless, not
Ignorant or heinous, in rap I Strain this, brain stem, when I Flow off skull, I am brainless
What it's like a feather weighted, Weightless, I'm going through Metamorphosis, too many Changes
Nowadays I'm better being Someone in this matrix,
It's like gettin 200, I'm set to go, I'd plan to give youngins, a shot To collab like Mexico, I don't Step on landmines
I lay them in the lab, but I'm not Next to blow, I'll leave you lost in Your minds though
With perplex of flows,
Been rapping for a minute, Craftin didn't diminish, pen Scratchin for the
Writtens, Gripping pad for Instance, passion then it's Deliverance, basking in the Difference
Adaptive of feeling replenished, Rapids drip and is sentenced, Have you feel the penmanship
In booth an overloaded senses, I'm like facts of truth, adapt to Use woven sentence, with a pen
Splash in view without the Chance of views, no regrets, yes, I won't bring a bloodbath to you
I be free doing what I want not Have to do, don't forget this, that Means I'm not signed
Need meds like I lost mind, and I Lost mine, been lost not found, Am I blind?, I hope I don't lead
Y'all around, to some unknown Part of town, where y'all cannot Unwind, like toys 60 years after One
Nine, watch yourself find lines, For the clock's tickin in front of Ya mind's eye,
It's like gettin 200, I'm set to go, I Don't plan to give young, it's a Shot to collab like Mexico, I Don't step
On landmines, I lay them in the Lab, but I'm not next to blow, I'll Leave you lost in your minds Though, with perplex Of flows,
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Peck
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