[Lyric] Universal State of Mind Nas Tribute (XFlOTD)

Back to making classics, i'm tired of all the rapping
This is lyrical magic, eyes spinning, mad traction
Madness, when i'm on the mic, actions turning tragic
Showcase like a pageant when i'm preforming my passions

I'm just passin, i'm ashing
Like the 10 commandments
This blunt is everlasting
And you starving ass niggas fasting
I intake, the whole plate
Feedback my wordplay
Made it out with the bank
Guess i made it home safe

Tryna stack and max, out
My own system and cash, out
I was born to stand out
Y'all gon understand, now
Fresh off the pan, pot smoke keeping me zooted
Keeps me animated
You still on that autotune cartoon shit
That's concluded, dropped the gavel, you fools diluted
I salute it, harpooning, and i'm monsooning
Martian status, passed the moon
Bossed up in these levels dude
They still thinking i'm a coon
Cus i'm that nigga with the loot


Y'all ain't know shit, y'all ain't know about my knowledge
Y'all ain't know about the melanin men, origins
Before sins, consciousness, originated abyss
All minds are one, create the bliss within

Subliminal messages,precipitation
My wisdom dripping with greatness
I relay it, never delay it
Replay it, 90's soul, super saiyan
I was strung, but learned patience
Peace has me sprung, but not fully awakened

So i only take naps, just to relax and dream
Never deceived, by the limitations of life so to speak
When i peak, i'm on a roll
Cus rulers gotta think, we on the brink of extinct
But don't compare to a mink
I deal that killa instinct, i'm a beast like monster's inc
Concrete jungle i'm the lion king sphinx
Winging my glide, from the torrents underneath
You're in the essence of the fly
Currents of currency

High frequency, vibratory vibes from the sacred eye
Fire energy, ether flames slanging the heat, smoke rise
Photon, quantum science
Radiate forensic shine
Protons, positive my outline


I was born a leader, no gas on my meters
You taking steps, i'm gaining yards
Quarter back sacked the heater
Bleezed up i'm treed up
Onomatopoeia
Rap game seizures, my flow game amnesia

Scramble ya egg like i rambo the feds
Ramble, they try to scrabble ,prolly break a leg
Don't be a try hard cus when you die hard, and then we take ya head, on a peg like "oh shit he dead!"