Lyrics:
last man was as flat as an inner tube
This verse so dope, it should come with an interlude
You should know by now that I'm feeling you
Me, Hennessey,
sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket lining
Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian,
when they hated
Open Mic crush shit blank faces
Staring back at me like off to the races
But you aint gonna top my shit at all
You aint never gonna
give me a toke
So I Don’t fuck up the rotation
Puff puff give
I’ll take a word smith
Vacation
Next on the mic
Is my bro ravioli
Ravioli: third eye
you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
I'm by my lonely, lonely
What happen to the bitches and the party?
In my room all by myself
I think that I need some help
Feeling lonely, feeling blue
I'll be fine in a year or two.
Fuck it I'm not the virus
I'm
the hell do I know
I'm just an MC getting real damn busy on the mic
Getting all up in a tizzy
I might just shutup and brag on how I keep my rhymes tight
transgression
From this infectious interlude, they on the loose and unstoppable
Daz, my motherfuckin' nigga from back in the past
Now imagine yourself in
a mic stand
So everybody gather round by the speaker
To hear things clear, the blood comin out the ear
I'm a daywalker, the rap be the serum
My Squad
like a diamond
Dreaming on this island
While your just back home crying
You know you need to be by yourself
Before you go and hurt someone else
Count
standings
Y'all call real fake
I even brought my fam in
But we all still ate
I wrote while doin dishes
Pass a plate by me
I even turned my chores to a punch
All these girls slidin in my DM's
Like we playin on a playground
We was rappin on a cup mic
Like we came a long way now
All this stress up in my head
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
By any means we that
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
an existentialist's view, I'm a better rapper then you
Grab the mic and rip your physical fabric in 2
My attitude is fucked up but abrogable
Different methods
(You don't even know me)
Rollin' off a perc', that's why I been movin' slowly
Zero to a milli' makin' hits by my lonely
Preachin' through the mic
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
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# Lost in the vastness of my mind
I discover truths hidden in plain sight
In solitude, solace I find
Guided by the stars' gentle light
in my mind is a check
'Bout my hunneds, it's still fuck a test
By my lonely, don't fuck with rest
Khaled 5s on my feet I'm the best
Not my bitch nigga
Let’s keep it real
I’m chasin paper ion care bout a deal
Do this shit by my lonely bitch fuck how you feel
Run up on me swear i’m catchin a kill
here to air out dirty laundry Weak will clear out
This me sending a flare out from a small deserted island
Golden Girls on the mic you Blanch and Rose
Who gon ride for you
Still be my dawg I knew
I know you don't know me
I'm chilling by my lonely
Late nights a lot of those, headed for a bottom road
with other
People I'm by myself for wealth
It ain't my first concern you know this
Cause if you broke you either
Don't work or in showbiss
And just cause
believe in seeds, only the forms they find it
Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define
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