'93 (feat. Knowaru)

Yeah Sintax (Haha, yeah) Who the hell's got as hot as we got Living the life of a commodity Still poverty shot I'm in the pocket of a popular spot Top to bottom on the botany pot Popping and locking Dropping toxins in my chatterbox Stop him Get this man some oxygen Promptly before we stomp him I like a fair fight I turn a pair of Air Nikes Into an imperative terrorist strike For clarity? I'm territorial, oratorical oracle Portable wise guy Immortalize rhetorical Sorta horrible, adoring myself Orbiting orbitals A tourist in Hell, formally cordial Plural touring all the butts In space, I hit the floor With Mr. What's-his-face On the cusp Of tracing trace elements Plush with grace Tusk to elephant Trust my fate Dust to skeleton Busy leveling up Busting levies and such Clutch the heavenly cuff Suck the remedy Up I'm not your fucking enemy I'm in my own lane Off blow-caine and ketamine Incidentally My vision is a rental My mental is a broken cage Poking through the dental The runaway rage Of a shiv to the ribs Made a modern day slave A poor father to his kids It goes farther and gets deeper The bar hopping creature From the ether The death-seeker The best feature Chest heaver, stress leaver Duress teacher Heat seeker Meat cleaver the peace keeper Pucker up for the tungsten punch Backhanded quips Implanted in your wigs Y'all move like truants subdued While we move Like a monsoon on shrooms I'm Tom Cruise from Top Gun Fox two, Fox one, bombing crews Hopping out the Datsun Play the possum Imposters posturing impossibly Deuteronomy comedy Yeah (Yeah, buddy) That's how the beat goes '93 'til apocalypse drops Eating chocolate in nothing But socks, chopping a roxy (Chop chop chop) Nobody fucking stopping me (Yeah, buddy) F9 bitches Yeah, Knowaru