Revisit the past good laughs no blood baths war rage paths No sweat to math money is the common vocab I stab Pens to paper crusader claw my critics double S Vega Couldn't slay a samurai let the sweat drip from my third eye No sty hang with only with the wise guys let souls fly fry Into another dimension strengthen grips with no tension Put em in suspension hope you listening glock seasoning Cook ya flesh I can attest **** the rest say it with my chest Been made to die that's why I keep my ears pierced to the skies Summertime rituals make for the best burials pictured murals Of me granddaddy mack OG sitting on the painted walls comfy Good times good rhymes rolling off the ills of a pill hang time Like jordan placed up what the **** up in the cut gangsta strut Cold brew sipper watch the honey drippers she's a stripper Never tip her let the 9 inch wide hummer ride slide n glide In between her thighs amazing grace temptations raced faced With agony earth angel mentality been ready to D-I-E Like Biggie naturally or through barrel of nine staring at me Rupture soul out of control see invisible scrolls death row Name on it let me spawn it certificate of my death wanted Fond on a memory rejoining my baby Lelei I see thee Sitting on the seven golden hills spliffin off of the fake reals
Check me once never twice crown seven chakra christ What's naughty or nice? Keep mics to amps mad spliced Coldest in the booth been troublesome since my youth Hellraiser torn blaser Shoot through my optics red hot laser stings like a taser Make ya dance once the rhymes to beat glance chance Ya very thought know thy will still tackle the thrills Cold chills from the world feel the heartbeats of the unfilled Scorn vessels night time day dreaming celestials Is it god or the devils to test you what if they the same crew? Ying and yang still jam Wu Tang suckas cant hang boomerang Flows back and forth again Sucker punch take ya money for ya lunch then have a gun brunch Set tripping off the circuits we ripping let music within Heals all ya sins before the massacre listen to Afrika Was a slave now I'm the master joker state disaster Can ya keep ya heat up naw cuz the cold temps rising up Take over crossover deaths staring at ya shoulders it's over Grow tips of the Saturn's wheel off the steel shark appeal Oh so real outkast watch for the blast no ski mask task It's the gods back to massage park bullets head in ya garage No mirage heat summer collage this pain you couldn't dodge Ram there I am I slams critics like a gravel dont give a **** Broke from sanity now I'm insanity dying like BJ before thirty three