| The structure it clings |
| The tongue |
| The… nuances |
| Sure sure, yo yo motherfucker yo |
| Haha listen |
| Stealing some light from the darkest heart, My drink is sparked |
| Buring like an incent stick tell them spirits to depart |
| I’m laid back sounding like I’m still in my car |
| Seat reclined getting brained on the way back to the yard (oh god) |
| Bustin a nut on the beat feeling so sweet |
| Far from that though, trusting bitches know about me back home |
| That stoned intellectual brother that gets his rap on |
| Video shot by ??? this time I get my stack, bringing what they lack |
| Smoking out a sack, take a drag of that, don’t they know I’m crack |
| Make your head knock back and forth, when you hear my track |
| My niggas react like wild animals in straps caged in a trap |
| Clinical rap, sounding cynical I syllable slap him |
| My lyrics are minerals, skator on my shoulders shouting kill em all |
| So individual you seen me in the visuals but won’t catch me doing no rituals to |
| get richer oh! |
| Me I am grilled to the bone, my marrows got niggas parallelised when I fell for |
| that throat? |
| I felt I few claws, the man that built his house on stone |
| Your foundation are weak that’s why arms are accident prone |
| A national deplome, I even own a bachelor hons |
| See what I start I finish so I’m about to catch me a zone |
| Capture your thoughts as I capture my own |
| I rap a poem on the track alone to relax your dome like a saxophone |
| See we can travel through my mind with every line |
| Chacras aline as what I’m spitting is devine, and i find |
| The majority of time that I rhyme spirits intertwine |
| A great British writer like Harold Pinter I am |
| (2x Refrain) |
| Feeling like the realist alive |
| Looking at all these niggas and all they’re living is lies |