Grass (feat. Beter)

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Amalgamation

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Drop a beat, and I'm waitin' in line for you to hear my rhyme
Out of the top of my mind whatever that even means
Killin' with kindness is kinda just like closin' the blinds to the suppliers
Not my problem till it comes and hits me in the face
Yet, always keep it peaceful when I gotta get up out my seat
Makin' beats
I'm just goin' to smoke weed
And writin' lyrics, do it all over again
No need to worry about winning
Cause we're probably just in a simulation
The way we keep on staring at screens
Time to change the formulation
As a kid, I took a bow with the conductor, and the crowd went wild
Constantly showin' you the rhymes my mind makes

Take the grass, the weed proceeds crawlin' down my sleeve
Can't even sleep with all the ideas creepin' in my sheets

Okay let's go, let me show how easy it is to prove
Once you set a move, anybody will groove
Unless they gotta stick up their ass, just livin' in the past
Hold on to your horses, you let roam around your mind
I think it's about time I show you another dimension
See my face shifting, endlessly admitting
All these quips too quick for you to catch on to
Has it dawned on you yet
Never stoppin' or slowin' unless I'm switchin' up the flow
Another crow perched on my window, or vulture around the roof
With the way the body's seem to pile, all I can do is smile
Or try to hold it back, smack you to the beginning
Feelin' drippin' in your mind, sippin' a different kind of potion
Even when standing still, it's always in motion
You're frozen in my mind, unless I want it to be
Controllin' everything I see, without even tryin', man I ain't even lyin'

Take the grass, the weed proceeds
Crawlin' down my sleeve, can't even sleep
With all the ideas creepin' in my sheets

All I do is point, and you're lost in space
With my finger or my nose, never turnin' up
Other than the best lines, left em' behind
Like a saint to the sinners, goin' toward the light
That their mind makes, leave them quakin' in their boots
With every word I say, cause they know the game I play in the network
I'm too high to even care, switch up every line, cause why not
I'm born to be the best rapper
Let's step on the gas and go faster
I'm the master, take you to class, sit down your ass and listen to what I'm dishing
Make the lines a little longer
No matter where I go, it's gettin' stronger
Where I work, and I brew in my room
Constantly constructin' crevices for criticisms contradicting the credibility of my flow
Not talkin' down, but bein' honest
I don't think you know what this sauce is

One more time
Take the grass, the weed proceeds
Crawlin' down my sleeve, can't even sleep
With all the ideas creepin' in my sheets

Take the grass, the weed proceeds
Crawlin' down my sleeve, can't even sleep
With all the ideas creepin' in my sheets

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