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a fraction of the man I envision, I'm on a mission
Aim high and hit my mark with precision, make an incision
In the game and force all to listen, break in

I’m never switching
Been in my pivot
Don’t f*ck with n*ggas they hollin & snitching
Cops locked me up put me all in the system
Want me in chains but

They gone name a solar system after me actually 
You see my alkaloids reacting to the smoke 
Mary ain't a joke 
Some of my friends too young to know

of my family man can get
Cut with a chef and shanked with a shank
Cos i'm mad in my mind savage with rhymes
That cannabis high got me sat and reclined

saucers

Formaldahyde, less than ten-thousand
Feet high brown men with red eyes
Beamed down from blue skies
Half human, half griffon
What a beautiful

alive when I'm smokin, when I'm
In these dark times we live in
People ain't real how you feelin?
I Always stay true so appealin
Hold my head high all

heart surgery
If the affairs of this world put pressure on the brain affecting your system
Nervous, attacking last nerves, breaking down feeling enclosed

All your life
You've felt alone
A system places you below and
While the reds begin to grow
This life-based fear
This mass control
These baseless lies

This precision
Been my first decision
Kinda like that clap back
When your hue is different
I been burning tracks fast
Old heads call me belligerent

This what the fuck u niggas on
I’m gone a little while now every rap nigga blonde
What’s next
Blue eyes then men wearing thongs
Talking bout high

the rhythm
My high has envisioned another flight risen
To another chapter in the after-life prism
The lights are bright and the dime’s a vixen
I’m co-existing

system
Never miss I'm with precision
Think I have to turn it up, can't be stuck with indecision
For this I had to research
For this I had to rehearse
I did

reaper's the mascot
Killing the game
Crack pots
Head shots
And animosity leaves nothing
But dead punks
Finding bodies in dump trucks
They high as fuck
I

King of the rhythm
Even when I'm on prescription
I ain't fucking with the system
Cause my mind is like a prism
And you put in a prison
Bitch I'm down for

five guys
Slide by
Better think twice if you try to undermine
My precision free the guys in the prison
They don't wanna see a nigga livin' happy
So we

I be driving in tha car
Session in tha back
Hemi in tha front
Hemi, Hemi in tha front so I

I got the hemi in the front
System in tha back
My girl

Fuck it I'm stuck in the system
I still shoot with precision
Whole lotta clips, ammunition

Again and again and again and again
Do shit for myself I

"To immigrant communities across the country
Bracing for an I.C.E. crackdown
The kick into high gear now, those deportation raids
Sparking new

hit us with precision
Sick of fake, there is no prescription
Find the truth, hit the subscription
Rotting people around, feeling like The Divison
There

do it big
I am a star
I break the law
Raise up my paw
Death to the system I'm Sikk with precision
Fuck do you know bout a dream?
Got a vision
I am one

the innocent people out prison
The system is wicked
The secrets is hidden
I stuck to the vision
I knew it was written
I’m high in the sky and I’m fly like

you say
What you say, what you say
What the fuck you say

High like Yamborghini
She came through with polka dot bikini
Thought I was finna poke her, did

like this
Up Inside the sky g we so fucking high bitch
Up and down like a mofo wit a yo-yo
U already know bro
Ain't got no time for a hoe bro
Only got

blame the system, systematic racism they hate us winning
I get it... When Your skin is melanated they all hate it
You see I... grind like that to shine