Ten commandments, twenty-four hours The thirteenth floor was missing in the towers Hm, I thought I shouldn’t be here I stayed an extra day because they said it’s Leap Year Who’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing? Fuck it, the rabbit hit the drum and kept going Each word is the church and minister Approach, I coerce the listener so listen up Kicking park bench rhythms up till I visual a flow I stay at home sick and visit her Radio, I visit station nights It’s kinda like their fucking visitation rights This ain’t the place for my face in lights I’m tight driven living in the fucking shadowless life I dilate like pay attention Slow flow just to ? I didn’t die lately, I just slept on bed springs Can’t define people, I just see dead things It ain’t just rap, I body ladies in one line Talking slick to three chicks on text at one time My scene shattered words, they left broke in pieces Lines undone, half uncompleted To be continued dot dot dot Cliff hanger, my life is like I’m scaling a rock And it’s on
I spit that oxygen fire, still the illest high I spit that fly for now and feel it when it’s live Move the crowd, got tools for the reddest eyes Getting cabbage my man until the letters dry I’m fully up to the task to pull the wooly over my face Into a masked location, don’t even ask It’s like damn another day in the life Like keep waking up from the previous night Vacation, I don’t take it often I see parking lot stages and buses with bunks like coffins Clear customs with weed in my Levis The penalty was death but dodged Magnum PI What up People, happy Fourth of July On my street every year they fucking light up the sky I get the beat nothing here, what they want me to write? From the beach to the block, still banging at nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
