time I arrived
at the spot to rock my exes
I feel I got the vibe, not a spit
People all around me show hate
So
I'ma rotate and turn heads
with every line in my script
There's been a lot of negative energy
from the brothers in my end
I'm getting ready to recite what
I've written in a millisecond
They'll be feeling threatened when my
lyricism settles in the systems
Like a lime that they sniffed
I keep it ablaze,
lean from the green in my bloodstream
Live a god dream,
I proceed to be obscene
Smoked out,
with the ramifications of a cannabis blaze
And I could be perceived as a drug fiend
Fuck these stereotypes,
man I need to make life praxis
Before I'm buried alive,
wrestling with devils
Trying to sever my ties,
I rise a dollar trying to fight
A flying demon with several eyes
I slow down, step back from reality,
check for the evil
Seems I seem prevalent,
ex pected to reach the zenith
Each season, hoping my team
conceived can reap benefits
I slow down,
take time to relax from the grind
And the fact that my life's a fuck mess
There ain't no time to be whining, upset
Gotta get what's mine
and strive for success
It's lam entable, the sour tender, bruh
I'm in the session, yo
Writing bars till my pen is broken
In the yard when I'm getting
stoned
I get these deep hallucinations
About the nature of these ebbs and flows
My mental location's a demented zone
I'm tryna resurrect my spirit
with a penguin's smoke
Cause I've been dope since the embryo
The time is lost and right as well
My head's frozen, tryna let it go
Vocab, I vent on notepads
Man, the record's so bad
You better get to know that
Rapping with the vinyls on
an elemental throwback
My raps will cause a scandal like
a presidential phone hack
We keep it street like a residential
road map
Tennerpenny brothers gonna end
up getting toe -tagged
Metaphorically, with the lyrics of course
Cause we don't bring arms,
just spiritual force
I slow down, step back from reality
Check for the evil seams
that seem prevalent
Inspecting the reefs,
the zenith of each season
Hoping my team can
seek and reap benefits
I slow down, take time to relax
From the grind and the fact that
my lines are a fuck mess
There ain't no time to be whining, upset
Gotta get what's mine
and strive for success
Shake the mist, and lace this
A -OK craziness
The fatal twist in the plot, a lock in
Haitian
Chris
Pervading scritches from the
wake of plays of laziness
Staying up late has sprung,
creating flames of waviness
It's the same old same old
base that I've been laying in
See my eyes dilated from the
cat that I've been caning
It's a twisted cycle,
trying to live my life inside a great addiction
Thinking why the fuck should I exist
inside a place like this
It's life development in
quick time
I'm making minor elements in
LSD and strychnine
I drop a sick rhyme to the standard of my
IQ
There's magma in your mind
just like a palindromic haiku
My fam are gonna lie, zoos drink,
fools take drugs
Them are gonna wake up,
spit true statements in mystic arrangements
Flows with a mixture of flavours,
we're done with them distance of greatness
I slow down, step back from reality
Check for the evil seeds
that seem prevalent
Expected to reach a zenith each season
Hoping my team can see,
can reap benefits
And slow down, take time to relax
From the grind and the fact
that my life's a fuck mess
There ain't no time to be whining, upset
Gotta get what's mine and strive
for success