3rd Kind Encounters

I'm well grounded, a freethinker Unblocking seven chakras thinking deeper Kept it real since the prelude fungus tripping It's getting intense I killed my ego The dosage equaled lucid visions I'm breaking down sour diesel As T drops the needle on a section of the vinyl We breaking through the yellow tape with the rhymer And I ain't out here trying to become just another martyr Another man that don't wanna raise his child and be a real father Instead a teacher to the youth a man with more to offer I'm done watering flowers that won't grow to create a garden Lead by example these kids are out here watching Fatal blows struck defense quickly becomes offense Reflect on the components through wellness prevent tarnish All this talent on the roster they can't disregard it Full heartedly apologize for the damage we have yet to get started The cycle of the struggle it seems to never end The ending of the tunnel farther than it's ever been Morphine binge beat pack The instruments mixed and the stu is pitch black Motion pic with the blick bitch get back Now emotions mixed in you can't have that The walls closed in they about to collapse All the records y'all dropped have flopped like nada You don't deserve this spot less you the next don dada Proper flows you could examine them like a doctor Ain't got no foes cause we all share the same dollar We all fucking stuck under this blue collar You on some idiot shit step back take a sit and just ingest it all in Spitting crack that's hotter than what the radio spins While off the marijuana to enlighten the trip Sediment sift spit venom on some relevant shit Dependent on the lemons life never motherfucking sent So I resonate a desolate amphetamine trip Envision living your whole life trying to peddle some shit Meddling kids never gonna fucking catch when I slip I got a dick with an extendo seventeen in the clip You getting hit get up off the block ain't getting no zip That's rule five you a busta and your mamas a bitch I bring the drama got the llama ain't Osama and shit Pause comma period these bitches hyphen my shit I be whipping on the e way with no license and shit Living on the freeway cause I know life is a bitch It's d day kill your family on some trifling shit Charlie Manson of this rap game put acid in my eyes and shit Cycling through different verses trying to get the rhymes to fit Never found my purpose so I guess I'll end up writing it I beast quite obvi That's why I need the la, it help me keep my Ghandi My pen been overactive, got a few tapes calmly and bsides on me I tap into a machine And got my shit like Fonzi Thank god we juked the box, running in place, mats through forks To see the ones I've lost I'd pay a fool's cost My fantasy leaks through cracks in the ball point Pull strings, no guitar joints Grew wings, had my heart crossed The Protagonist riding in on a dark horse Chip on my shoulder lit the flame, but from then it's been charred off Really don't give a fuck I'm the hardest no hard on I was low, then evolved Now I'm rawer than Charzard Could sense the cut like a nose job, sickest of the flows dog Ironic blowing green sticky shit, is what I'm known for Rappers look at me like, why you looking for a foe for? I four four rhymers, leave a flower on a foe floor! That's metaphorically speaking, I see you skipped a class Niggas got priorities missing but keep balenci bags Whatever apparel on you, I pray it's paranormal Ain't nothing but a tag left on you, when they get your ass Difference between me and these rappers is my gift of gab Presence when I punch in on a record they can't mix me down Give her plenty pounds of pleasure, she leaves overjoyed I can't pick which bitch to give the business like I'm Logan Roy