Ay yo, you know how a pro flex
This the best song since the last song
I don't know what this one called
The beat caught work though
I could do a lot worse yo
So you know a brother gotta go hard
Verse 1 feel like verse 2
Verse 3 even, verse infinity
it's a blessing and a curse
It's a livin' and it's killin' me
Nah, but it's still don't see
That hurt the whole game feelin'
Yeah, trees on the street
Breeze on the beat make the skull hum
Only but a number of ways to
Flip fantastical, poetical
Slip through the side of the avenue
meaning diagonal, the divining rod,
the butterfly, the diving bell,
the young ray carving cathedral carving
the thesis in the bark of the tree
with the leaves that fall from the
christianical celebration
sparkle in the china, bodhi, cypher, smile in japan,
jai rasta, anything, style so feathery,
fine comb through the beaches of collective memory,
rewind, select the next energy,
Nod your head to the meditation
Cool blaze phrases on the bass 88,
That's the real combination
Say something, thought not
Yo, I cooked up the crack
An d served you the rap snacks
Bless you with the words expected of me
Plus the more rare, bold, legendary
Veerings from the script, y 'all
Bend of the fuckin' pre -ordered styles
Of the previous echoings of human design
Truly divine, truly refined,
devouring beats like I was starved in a basement
P -poppin' in the motherfuckin',
Shit, man, it's truly, whoa, whoa, it's truly,
whoa, it's truly, truly, whoa, dog
like fuckin' ASIC Or LASIC,
or whatever you call that
Listen to my shit and then fall back
Know that I'm the best fuckin' rapper
Look, I'm a baby born again
I simply obey the room's vibe
as it obeys me, basically.
Always adjacent to the spiritual place
that I'm chasing, it's me.
Look, I'm beside myself with joy,
a joy unnamed and nameless.