Lyrics:
bound together
By a common wish: to authentically convey
Inner visions that were pressing on the mind
And the heart of the artist. I set out to deliver
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
search your mind
Then choose your line
And do what do you like
chado khud karo Climb
Mehnat khud karo bhai
Varna kutto mai bhai
Mutt te raho bahi
Sath
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
golfin' with my Callaway's
Or watchin' football, word to Joey Galloway
Take a shower start singin' like Al Green
From outside, it probably sound like
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
Yeah, this is me Speeder Razor
Yeah, I was born and raised in Zastron,
That’s the name of the album too, huh
Yeah, I will never forget where I come
Put your mind and heart out there for all to pounce
Don't worry you're not alone cause we all people wow
We all got feelings emotions take over I know
the mind blower, the weed grower
Have you seeing doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower
B.I.G. top notch with the glock check your pockets
and your sock
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
I got active
Pull my weight, no lackin
Putting in work
What's your worth
Boi you average
So OD with my team, we a faction
Stash that green
Throw that
explore
The depths of the culture shocking
Heart wrenching, society breaking, relationship melting, destructive concept
Fear
Put your seat belt on cuz Let's
universe
I eat microphones for breakfast
That's how the story's told
Lyrics are absurd never too old to explore
Keep your eyes on the prize and the bass
my first album to be a little bit of everything
Tempo's created and in rhythm alone
A vibrational
"Temple" pull that attaches your soul "Our
can see your album coming
That shits like a sucker punch
Here for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Dinner time she bring a friend
Write my shit so
shaken
moved by the meeting of this eternal communion
I beg you to stay with me, hold me, inspire me
But the ecstasy of your astral presence is short
of your mind when you rhyme
The term Chino's Latin
But I got black soul
Flows I creates "Unforgettable" like Nat King Cole
Bulletholes through
been burned by love before
Like a wild horse, I'm free to explore
The entrepreneur in me isn't going to quit no more
Underneath that old oak tree where
You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page
a woodbine ting
By the shore, Haagen Dazs, its a good time ting
Get a tan, bring your mans, to the woodbine ting
East side, every night, on some woodbine ting
your mind out of being in jail!
I told her I didn't want her to wear
Any panties so I can look at
Her pussy and shit one time but since
I never wear
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
spectrum of our art
The watercolour of our escape
& the twilight bread of our ancestors
Maybe the grace you hold
By your carriage is a sign
To shining
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