Chorus:

The laboratory I'm at the laboratory

Whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory

Last week I was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2

Verse 1:

Nah I'm playin but that's a metaphor sayin my lips are formin the hottest a belly full of propane and I sip that shit like a fanta

Breath a flame in a stanza

For those who didn't know that I'm gifted as 50 Santas Ill give ya multiple answers so spread this shit like a cancer

Makin movements like Keeble and ankle bones on a dancer

Strikin balance between my grades and a talent

Is somewhat of challenge if you try to excel at a level far beyond average I think I'm bonded in marriage with the ethic of workin hard I boned her hard in the carriage

My blueprint for the new shit is ruthless i flew in- from a-nother galaxy as a nuisance

You knew since I knew shit I'd cream y'all like cool whip or two tits

Makin it clear in your ear with q tips

I'm mixing music so potent just need a few drips- so- step in my soup kitch- Ill show ya how I brewed this

Chorus:

The laboratory I'm at the laboratory

Whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory

Last week I was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2

Verse 2

Shit was crazy and now my roomies all hate me recording in this apartment was workin out till I charred it

All this damage I do is a sacrifice to be charted

Cut off 2 of my fingers to show you all I'm an artist with third eye vision Ill rock it until I'm locked in a coffin

Nah i'm jokin i promise that was way i was brought in

To this world as a baby and then I grew to a prophet

God-given symbol i raise a palm from my pocket and represent the percentage of people scarred without warning

Hand defect out the womb I was born at 8 in the morning

Callus coated my brain as i learned my life as a foreign cuz hey I gotta choice of grindin or snorin

5 in the morning

Workin on a rhyme and a chorus man I could be sorry or signing a portrait

I'ma certify my image don't be blind to ignore it embracin my form and normal wasn't of any importance

Probably why I'm at the lab a good deal of my portion- Cookin up a fat meal the i'll dine on the courses

The only true place that i like to kick it

Is the lab with a mic gettin scientific

Chorus:

The laboratory I'm at the laboratory

Whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory

Last week I was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2

Verse 3

I want the people to approach the EP

And see me

Like ET

They repeat

A retweet they like damn white boy was goin in with the heat- and he's stationed in cali- even got his own beats

Click a link at the bottom and now your part of my reach

Hold up now your a damn fiend

You better hold like a canteen

Guess these syllables are hittin y'all like cupid vaccines

So Rally round the rapper who hacked your brain with no password I'm passionate like a pastor I mastered patterns of frequently reachin over the standard

Show me love from Montan

All the way to New York and then down to Louisiana

For now I got the Cali coast locked into my redical so ima turn this up a couple decibels

And ima splash a couple mothafuckin chemicals

Better bet i got the goggles on for spectacles

And my dryer is full of burnin hot aprons

Cuz I spill on em whippin up a creation

Pardon me as I ditch verse and replace it

Goals are located at the Jupiter basins

But I never had quit tryina face em

Chorus:

The laboratory I'm at the laboratory

Whippin up a pot of glory stockin up the inventory

Last week I was in the lab and the gas was all the way to the max and i burned it down to an ash x2