Lyrics:
the voice flow
So yo Steevee O let the beat go
Whether it's fast or slow or medium tempo
No one can ever flow smooth as this
Whether he's
the new medium of mind control
Peoples, we gon' check it, as the plot unfolds
Now TV is not a bad thing, but when my TV is misused by the wicked
Might it
the pencil
Give me a microphone and a beat box I could vent to
Music the only medium that I could find myself through
Recluse, sipping on some lean I would let
I'm impressed with the man in the mirror now
I'll make my own path just like a snow plough
I like it medium rare but I don't do cows
She's looking
Clipped wings and I'll
Keep going
You can't stop me
I'm at top speed
I'm not stopping
And it's showing
Like a fetus in the womb
I keep growing
Going
[Chorus]
Speed dreamin switchin in the fast lane
Speed dreamin on in over drive
Speed dreamin got it in cruse control
Trying to get back to where
basic, but still fans chase it
Y2k can't delete the true ancient
Apache war drum on the ranges
Skill level dangerous
Arrow head that killed all
revolution when only knee deep in the medium
Duck you lucked out, there's 1 out of every 99 fans on the same route
Another colossal blunder
Born as heir
brought me to many places, one would only dream to see
Flowing through mediums while riding ingenious weapons
A fortunate fools tale of numerous scares
further down
Compulsion, can't control it
Sudden pitch black night, sowing doubt inside
Sense of dread, can't contain this tearing hole of anxiety
Answers
quick: "Welcome!"
Aight, let's check this: "You've got mail!"
Word up, bust it
[Verse One]
The internet's your medium of choice
cause nobody really wants
Yeah
Ich zünd' die Medium an, zieh, Anthrazit
Der Himmel über den Dächern der Stadt in der ich lebe und
Alles kommt zurück und es trifft mich,
filling my closets
But still got double the amount in my wallet
I roll wit bosses
Our cars are robotic
We travel at speeds you would call supersonic
We lit
bands with both of my hands
Shouts out go out to all of my fans
Save me some in the bowl
Just to go all outta control
Used to have dreams of Final
fans
You see I like the way she wind it
She speed it up and take it slow
She work it when she grind it
Some more and umma lose control
We take it
the hardest song is WAP/
Fap, to Ariana Grande, next to her cat/
Take a stand, make some plans, when shit hits the fan/
Insensitive, to estrogen, is
and unseen
In this medium of expression I can bring some relief to me
Thus beginning the thorough cleansing of my soul
Gaining clarity and gaining some
The first you have words for, it's not me, it's IG
It's gonna hurt when ish hits the fan
Like yeah you famous up on Instagram
But now you got a distant man
On the vibe, I'm runnin' the gaff
We don't take it slow, full speed 'til we crash (you made me)
Mad at the price of the tab
Hello mate, you wanna levitate?
lies
Rappers lose control
Of they bladder when I rhyme
Motherfuck whoever doubt
This my time
I'm on my grind when I ride this beat
On my grind when I
pole with Hekyll and Jekyll
I know many men who have sold the secret medium my way
I light that bowl and lose control of tracks constructed by
ain't posting on only fans
Look, I'm keeping it covered
Ones in the past who've seen me uncovered never recovered
My god might be mad if I posted it for
for your body I'll be your private vegetable
Damn to keep it simple and plain
You got me hypnotized I'm your number one fan
I can't control my mind my
I got somewhere to be, you hoes cant control me
Too much, velocity, movin' at a high speed
I know, I know your ways, getting by, yeah day to day
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