When I step in the booth
The whole room still like statues
A doctor with a precision
They wishing me malpractice

Hateful mother fuckers
So wisdom I throw it at them
You talk a lot rah rah shit, I see no action

Raw rolled me and girl puffin relaxing
I told y'all before with Grams,
Yo it's no worry G
Your presence barely felt at all
up in my circle B
No squares
Speaking in precincts
Will get murdered Trees
Litter all the ground with their leaves
To the hide the trash
Summers coming better get you a mask
And not for covid
All these moments
adding up to your life
Whats your advice
For the younger version of yourself
Give the variant
the keys and city and go wish him well
And hope he hits all the goals, that you set
Not to upset
Cause your happy for the kids that you got
and your woman's love
Plus
How could you be jealous, of yay god damn self?
Kinda iLL ain't it
These wild thoughts
On fungi
Just a wise guy,
with all eyes
Like
Wide open
Third one, aiming the beam
My sheen clean like a tiger
Holy diver- like Ron James
Dancing on the razor blade to the metal exchange
Wind up leaking
while you're speakers
banging out my shit
That's just the way Sun burn
To legit to quit
And when the moon rise
We shall smoke a ounce to this
Keeping it burning to fucking cause a lunar eclipse
Blackout
Kicking your ass
Like a Redman skit
Rockwildwr with my Bark
But I lock like a Pits
With the endurance of winners
Of the Iditarod race
With the blessing of seven deadly devils
I Alter States
Abaddon slowly burning the stars in outer space

I see you
On the other side mother fucker
Let the beat ride