Poe Zest (feat. Collie Shepherd)

Last lighter bit the dust Break sticks a phosphorus Blunt crush head rush You actively defend that which you should defund son Yeah I like when the leaves crunch Almost as much as snow squeak Hit that shit with bare feet road runnin' Like I'm 2 miles late for the track meet at university Thought we'd seen enough heat in the Middle East, guess not Point that little heat at me, guess what Flaco, pinche greñas I go by many names Couple years up catch that Hunchback of Notre Dame Couple years back, white Christmas frosted window panes Snowed in, tapped in to CD-ROM Windows games If you ain't fuckin with Commander Keen, bruh Imma give that hand a squeeze and prepare to be not really surprised at all at the pampered sheen Goddamn, philanthropy tucked into bandoliers across the sandy tee Amputee type flow, it's no big deal if you can't bend a knee Thought this morning, over my tomato egg and cheese This city could benefit from a scandal Hush money on coverups passed through sweaty hands Both pills were very bland, still I garnished 'em with manchego and lavender silk Been told I got it way twisted like ram's milk Like technique, technique, you're not doing the technique Okay step, lemme see if I can't just write you into next week You fucking whack man You spit like you pull the heat 'em up box out of the trash can Double check rules on how you should be rappin See attack then, retreat Walk it back like curupira feet There's a small knack to callbacks And a certain strategy in being discreet Dependin' on how you spend it, like makin ends meet That's your 500 sumn dollars layin' right there in the street I got beef with who I used to be, man what you do to these legs Beef with society for always pouring me dregs And what's inside-a me is snorin' cuz I'm bored a these regs I ain't tryin to let today's highlight be my mornin and eggs I ain't got the juice Squeezed fresh but left bruised, ya feel me Relived of this chest juice when you peel me You felt it was best used for chess moves and not feelings There's a long line for healing You'll notice the gong chime has a strong vibe in these dealings But the draw lies in the soft eyes you recall long after the real thing It still stings Convinced relief is what the pill brings You could push each of your teachers of the deep end And proclaim your ownself as the hill king Why bother to dress myself and articles of silk When it's harder to remove all the particles of milk There's a burning in my eyes because it spilled And spilled and spilled and it spilled and it spilled Oh the years and tears it takes to bathe away the guilt And all that baggage you built You know, failure's become the greatest challenge in my pillbox They say it comes in waves but I'm feeling like the sand So I'll pray for better days on the sea shell in my hand