(Verse)
Yo
Sit back and relax take a puff and then pass it
No fiction just facts this a fucking kids classic
A myth on the track you ain't heard of this rapsmith
I murdered shit back when my verses still lasted
For 35 seconds at a time
Infectious with the rhymes
To impress her with a desolate design
Second guessing every blessing I been reckoning was mine
The lesson is to separate the headache from your mind
If your there to, but if your part of it listen
Cuz I'm in charge of the wisdom
And еvery part of my system
So don't be scarеd "boo"
I'm even cartilage twisted
And any artery villain who's trying to start up some shit with me
And I care to be anything you might need
I'll be the breeze in the leaves of the trees when the seasons retreat and the evening is easily keeping the secrets I breathe into secrecy
We were running from the truth probably stunting in the booth
Now we're just some up-and-comers in a truce
Attempting to rebuttal like a sleuth
While we scuttle for the roof
Walking like we're off a couple liters bubbly vermouth
And my life's on cruise control
Either standing still
Either moving slow
And you don't know I'm a hard hitting man
With a car-flipping jam
And the bars like a motherfucking bandit
(Outro)
With a car-flipping jam
And the bars like a motherfucking bandit
Yo
Sit back and relax take a puff and then pass it
No fiction just facts this a fucking kids classic
A myth on the track you ain't heard of this rapsmith
I murdered shit back when my verses still lasted
For 35 seconds at a time
Infectious with the rhymes
To impress her with a desolate design
Second guessing every blessing I been reckoning was mine
The lesson is to separate the headache from your mind
If your there to, but if your part of it listen
Cuz I'm in charge of the wisdom
And еvery part of my system
So don't be scarеd "boo"
I'm even cartilage twisted
And any artery villain who's trying to start up some shit with me
And I care to be anything you might need
I'll be the breeze in the leaves of the trees when the seasons retreat and the evening is easily keeping the secrets I breathe into secrecy
We were running from the truth probably stunting in the booth
Now we're just some up-and-comers in a truce
Attempting to rebuttal like a sleuth
While we scuttle for the roof
Walking like we're off a couple liters bubbly vermouth
And my life's on cruise control
Either standing still
Either moving slow
And you don't know I'm a hard hitting man
With a car-flipping jam
And the bars like a motherfucking bandit
(Outro)
With a car-flipping jam
And the bars like a motherfucking bandit
( atlas )
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